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[OT] Last Night
Gracious! I was both laughing and crying for you. Thanks for
sharing. -- Christopher A. Young You can't shout down a troll. You have to starve them. .. "Yowie" wrote in message ... : Last night, after an incredibly exciting evening of cooking dinner, shopping : and having a long and incredibly detailed discussion of the existentialist : sub-theme in Thomas the Tank compared and contrasted to the essential : Marxist nature of Bob The Builder, I finally found my way to bed at the : exceptionally late time of 10pm. : : Having not been bothered to replace the light bulb in the bedroom for : several decades now, I didn't bother looking where I was going, the body has : developed 'muscle memory' of its own about this particular activity, and can : find its own way to bed, even if the brain has turned itself off. I used to : think this was a useful characteristic when I went out drinking to the wee : small hour sof the morning with my friends, but find its even more essential : when one has already fallen asleep at 6pm and still has another 4 hours of : explaining why one shouldn't try to poke popcorn into the dog's bottom to : someone who has the attention span of a gnat with brain damage. : : So it came as a bit of a shock that there was a definite *crunching* sound : as my not insubstantial weight fell upon the mattress. This, however, didn't : deter me. Well, not much. I am used to strange things in the bed these : days - the sort that wiggle and pull my hair and want have a deep & : meaningful about the nature and meaning of poo-poo at 3am. Quite frankly, I : can sleep through anything, and a mere 'crunch' in the bed no longer bothers : me. Unless of course, the crunch has a definite roach or arachnid sort of : sound. : : But this particular crunching was not of the exoskeletal sort, and I was not : alarmed - nor even alert. I turned over, more crunching. I rearranged the : pillows - more crunching. In a last ditch effort I 'foofed' the doona. In : the dark and gloom, it sounded very much like there were *things* falling on : the floor. Light things, no heavy impacts, but definite 'plopping' sorts of : sounds. : : And now my shoulder & hip were feeling rather itchy. : : Something was afoot. Or rather ashoulder and ahip. : : I reached under the doona to have a bit of a feel about. I found balls. : (Joel was not in bed with me). Lots of balls. *Hundreds* of balls. I got : out of bed, and my foot crunched on the floor. The smell of cheesy snack : food was now quite overwhelming. I turned the hall light on to see what : terrible tragedy had befallen my bedchamber. : : There were deceased, critically injured and intact-but-stale cheese & bacon : balls all through my bed. They had gotten *under* the sheets, into my pillow : cases and even throughout the doona. My bed was full of bright yellow, : sticky, oily fragments, and I had been clearly crumbed with them too. This : does explain why my son smelt vaguely of 'cheesy poufs' when I came home, : but hadn't actually eaten any. He had generously fed my clearly malnourished : and starving bed instead, bless him. : : When I was young, I had not envisaged myself having to vacuum snack food : crumbs out of my bed. Clearly, my adult life is not what I had imagined it : to be. Then again, I don't think any sane person would imagine getting : *into* bed with cheesy-bacon balls (then again, some people have really : *strange* ideas on what they should sleep with!). : : So, after clogging up the vacuum twice with sticky yellow ex-food, I chose : to have a shower, and put an end to my resemblance to an item due for deep : frying. The bed clothes went into the washing machine, and as I loaded them : 50 minutes later into the dryer, I consoled myself with the thought that : doing laundry in the dead of night was probably good practice for when Cary : starts wetting the bed. *If* he lives that long! : |
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[OT] Last Night
"Yowie" wrote in message
... So, after clogging up the vacuum twice with sticky yellow ex-food, I chose to have a shower, and put an end to my resemblance to an item due for deep frying. The bed clothes went into the washing machine, and as I loaded them 50 minutes later into the dryer, I consoled myself with the thought that doing laundry in the dead of night was probably good practice for when Cary starts wetting the bed. *If* he lives that long! Oh - I know these late night dig deeper than you thought you could moments all too well! Purrs to you and for Carey to make it to and through wetting the bed :-) Susan M Otis and Chester |
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[OT] Last Night
"Yowie" wrote in message ... .... I consoled myself with the thought that doing laundry in the dead of night was probably good practice for when Cary starts wetting the bed. *If* he lives that long! Hi Yowie, This is why those little ones are so cute. Just like hoolikittens, it's a survival thing. I printed this out to send to our daughter to let her know what she has to look forward to in a year or so. Now, she's calling us up almost every day so that we can hear our little grandson's laugh. I think a baby's laugh is one of the most beautiful sounds in the world. Annie |
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