It is 8:40 in the freaking morning on a Saturday. A Saturday, people. I don't get up before noon on weekdays let alone a Saturday. And here I am. Awake. Mind you, if I have my way it will not be for long. However, currently I am awake.
It's not like I went to bed early. At two a.m. I couldn't sleep. I had one dog sleeping along my back, one curled up under my chin and another behind my knees. Not that I was uncomfortable, but the one behind my back was snoring; the one under my chin was alternately licking my elbow and chewing her foot; the one behind my knees was chewing the loudest bone in history. Finally, I decided ear plugs might be a good idea but that only lasted until 8 when the dogs started barking because the wind caught the screen door and made a noise.
I am tempted to write a classified ad. "Three dogs to... a home. Might taste okay with gravy."