Musical beds
You will wonder Dear Reader, WTF I'm doing, blogging away at FOUR-@#$%ing a.m. I have been ousted from my bed. I spent my Sunday doing a fanatical, obsessive/retentive detailing of the #1 car* and thus dissolved into slumber quite early (for me, anyway). At some point in the proceedings Numbah Two Son charged into our bed, shoving TFBIM closer to me. TFBIM is one of those slumber partners whose body temperature is easily 10 warmer than, in this case, mine. So I awaken, drenched in perspiration.** I shower, re-PJ myself, and see both wife and child sprawled all over the bed and my returning thereto will entail running the risk of waking up one or both. This is devoutedly to be avoided.
So I head off to the boys' room, only to see that Numbah One Son ws all lazy and fell asleep in the bottom bunk, leaving me with the choice of coming here and complaining or climbing the ladder.
Don't you feel more informed now?
-Joke
* I know many of you coudn't give a rat's ass about this, but let's just say it involved 6 hours of my life and the automotive equivalent of a Sephora spree.
** Yes, I know, smokin' hot, right?
So I head off to the boys' room, only to see that Numbah One Son ws all lazy and fell asleep in the bottom bunk, leaving me with the choice of coming here and complaining or climbing the ladder.
Don't you feel more informed now?
-Joke
* I know many of you coudn't give a rat's ass about this, but let's just say it involved 6 hours of my life and the automotive equivalent of a Sephora spree.
** Yes, I know, smokin' hot, right?
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