I’m still around. Ray is away. I’ve had a ridiculous number of appointments plus no backup taxi driver. Things are a bit nutty.

How nutty you ask? I have a child who insists on shoving me over in my own bed EVERY NIGHT. At this point I’m too old and or tired to care. Half the time she wakes up not even realizing she made it to my bedroom.

A few days ago I woke up to this…

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What’s that you ask? We’ll for about 15 seconds the only thing I could think of was that an alien had peed in my bed. Yep, that’s the first thing I think of. It wasn’t Tucker…

Little britches apparently brought an uncapped highlighter to bed with her. It was under the sheets and the quilt. I certainly don’t sleep with one.

In other news… Even though it was still wet, I couldn’t get it out. Think Ray will notice an alien pee stain when he gets home? Maybe it’s an excuse to buy new sheets. If I buy new sheets do that mean a new comforter too?