Ten minutes ago, I stifled the screams of excitement until they came out the other side of my body....fart...Why do I dance around the house in silent, yet bubbly glee? He sleeps, at last! I thought it would never happen.
The other one is still sleeping, but his sleeping beyond noon comes as no shock. I think the daylight hours burn his eyes--bastard! I want to sit on his chest, bounce up and down, and crush the very snores out of him as I shout "get the fuck up and do something" as loudly as I can. Ah, that's a rant for yet another day.
The girl, without much sense in her head, is out adventuring in the icy slush. No school for her today, so she's being a shutter-bug. As she is braving the outdoors, snapping lovely pictures of the frozen neighborhood, I'm thankful that she actually bundled up and put a coat and scarf on.
And I, I sit here at home typing away on my keyboard, relishing in the opportunity to write--even if I am just venting. Why am I at home, typing? I decided I wasn't going in to work today because of the treacherous roads. Amazing, I think. I'm still shocked that I didn't go in. And now, I draw to close. I'm going to go wake that bastard up.
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