They began a two-week stay with my parents this weekend about 600 miles away. Yes, Susan and I have some time together. We even went out on a date! Imagine that!
I miss the girls.
We’ve called at least twice a day. They seem to be having a good time. They went to an orchard. They go on walks with my parents. They play games. They even went bowling.
If everyone’s so happy, then why do I miss them so much?
Well besides the fact that when they’re not fighting they keep me in stitches, the worst time for me is at night.
You see, Pippin sleeps with Abby mostly. Sometimes with Camille. But with them away, he sleeps with us. And guess what? he sleeps on MY side of the bed. We have a king size bed and the little so-and-so sleeps on my side of the bed so that I have to contort throughout the night in order to get into a position where I’m not kicking him onto the floor. And so I end up twisting and turning all night and I constantly wake up all to avoid the damn dog.
Susan says I should just pick him up and move him to the middle of the bed.
Yeah right.
I tried that. He stood up, walked back over to where I put my feet and laid down again.
That’s why God makes ‘em so cute. Otherwise, you’d kill them in their sleep.
How do I get rid of this bed bug?
I miss the girls.
They began a two-week stay with my parents this weekend about 600 miles away. Yes, Susan and I have some time together. We even went out on a date! Imagine that!
I miss the girls.
We’ve called at least twice a day. They seem to be having a good time. They went to an orchard. They go on walks with my parents. They play games. They even went bowling.
If everyone’s so happy, then why do I miss them so much?
Well besides the fact that when they’re not fighting they keep me in stitches, the worst time for me is at night.
You see, Pippin sleeps with Abby mostly. Sometimes with Camille. But with them away, he sleeps with us. And guess what? he sleeps on MY side of the bed. We have a king size bed and the little so-and-so sleeps on my side of the bed so that I have to contort throughout the night in order to get into a position where I’m not kicking him onto the floor. And so I end up twisting and turning all night and I constantly wake up all to avoid the damn dog.
Susan says I should just pick him up and move him to the middle of the bed.
Yeah right.
I tried that. He stood up, walked back over to where I put my feet and laid down again.
That’s why God makes ‘em so cute. Otherwise, you’d kill them in their sleep.