Ironed sheet report:
That's the first time I ever used that word, I believe, but it seems appropriate.
Translation: Not worth the effort.
Another thing about aging I do not like:
Snoring. Mr. Moon woke me up last night and said, "Honey. I've never heard you snore that loud. Are you okay?"
And I was just dreaming away...
Who says the romance has to end?
Middle of the night excitement:
Maurice jumped off the bed and attacked another cat who was coming in the cat door. Jack? Luna? I do not know. But she soon came back to bed and cuddled back in, her work done, our home safe and sound and protected from our other pets.
Cold as fucking fuck.
Plan for the day:
Doing something with Lily and Jessie. Maybe we're going to the mall? A plant nursery? I don't know. I don't care. It'll be better than ironing sheets and I'll get to play with babies.
Sopa de lima.
There you have it. A complete report.
I'm positively trembling with the excitement of it all.
All love...Ms. Moon