After letting our Maximum Leader out for her nighttime snack and stroll, I, too, had a late-night snack last night and then slept like a baby until 6:30. There was no time to blog when I got up.
It's all the pie's fault. It was down there in the kitchen, calling to me. I'm a victim of the oppression of Baker-Americans.
Slept like a baby? You mean, woke up screaming every two hours? :-)
ReplyDeleteThe pumpkin pie in the refrigerator actually got me up a bit early this morning, before the cat could. I could hear it calling to me . . .
I thought of that line when I wrote the post.
ReplyDelete:-)