I'm afraid I don't have photos of this one, folks. You will just have to settle for some (crude) drawings. Feel free to print and place on your fridge.
Saturday night was a VERY late night. For some bizarre reason, HubaWubba and I stayed up till WAY past our bedtime - 1 a.m. to be exact. (And we were just WATCHING TV - geesh! get your heads out of the gutter!)
Of course, Miss Priss being her energetic, well-rested self was up and bouncing around at 7 a.m. Sunday morning. It looked something like this, I'm sure....
Even in my drawings she's adorable, isn't she!
At the first rustling, I froze. I pretended to be asleep. I thought, "If I just stay perfectly still maybe HE'LL go get her!"
Well, Hubster must've been thinking the same thing, because he was lying as perfectly still and frozen as stone.
We looked something like this...
Boy, we look HORRIBLE in the mornings, don't we?
Anyway, after a few more minutes, I actually began to drift back asleep
Which, of course, was when the screaming started.
AHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!
Shrieking at the VERY TOP OF HER LUNGS! NOT crying, mind you. Crying would have made me fly like an eagle straight to her side, despite time of day or night.
No, this was very ecstatic, happy to be alive, welcoming the sun's rays SCREAMING!!!
Still, we slept. Well, PRETENDED to sleep, anyway. Who the heck could sleep through that?
I don't know how long we lasted, but Hubbaluva finally caved. HE dragged his sorry ass out of bed and got our screeching baby eaglet her milk and cartoons.
So Daddy gets the trophy this week!
Mommy is headed back to bed.
