WHAT SHALL WE HAVE FOR DINNER? AND CAN WE HAVE A NAP TOO?

Both of us are slack-jawed-yawning-tired. We both need a nap. We were debating about what to have for dinner. How could we have a nap and have dinner too?

"I'll go get something to eat--a Costco chicken or something else, already fixed--and you can have a nap while I'm gone," I said.

"No, I'll go get something to eat and you can have a nap," Phil said.

"Okay," I said.

His little face got all brow-furrowing and he said, "Shoot!"

Ha ha. Dinner and a nap. How nice for me.

MINKEY, SOAKING IN THE FIREPLACE HEAT

This is my first attempt at posting pictures. Not very good, but I will learn.

This is Minkey's favorite place in the whole house. While Gordon and Arnold (the dogs) were visiting Minkey did not see the fireplace because he was in Elizabeth's room, sulking. He was not a happy kitty. He LOVES the fireplace. He likes it better than my lap.

"Minkey, come and sit on my lap."

"What?"

"You want me to what? Sit on your lap? Do you see this face? It's a tired face."



" I need a nap. Sorry."


He's not really sorry. And that is about all we will see of Minkey as long as the fireplace is on. Oh, wait. he leaves the fireplace to soak up the morning sun in the living room, but that's definitely it.

THE NAP

Last night at 7:00 pm I was exhausted. I knew if I went to bed I'd wake up at 11:00 or 12:00 and be wide awake so I told Phil I was just going to take a nap. "Come upstairs and lie down with me and we'll visit for a little while," I said.

He wasn't interested. One of my friends called. "Come over," I said. "We'll lie on the bed and visit."

She didn't say she thought that was a little strange. She didn't say I was fully weird but I'm pretty sure she rolled her eyes. She declined.

I was in the bathroom--yes, we have a phone in the bathroom. Best gift I ever gave Phil, my phone loving husband. I looked in the mirror at a bleary Lynne. I really needed a nap although I looked pretty good, bleary. Better than normal. Perhaps the world should dawn smudgy glasses so I could look better than normal on a daily basis.

I stumbled into the dark bedroom and threw back the covers. They didn't throw back very far but I crawled in anyway. My head hit something hard. It was big...and warm. I started to scream when my husband chuckled. He was lying on top of the covers, that's why they wouldn't move. Then he moved as I attempted to beat him to death.

After my adrenaline was absorbed I did manage a nap and was up in time to go to bed.