Sometimes I feel just like the Sunny-dog: surrounded by the mess I've created, looking up guiltily saying
" What? Who? Me? Why?"
This morning was one of those times. My sweetie was less than amicable, not so sweet, lets just say it was not a birds-are-singing-and-all-is-right-with-the-world kind of morning.
It began last night when my hunny-bear was in the sweet-n-luvin' mood. I yawned and went to bed. Later, when she joined me, I vaguely recall something about my fussing that it was hot and pushing her cuddling advances away from me. I can't help it, I was asleep, mostly. I can't be held responsible for what I do once I've started to snore. Once eyelids begin to flutter and I settle in, all bets are off.
No wonder she growled and snarled at me this morning.
Hmmmmm... Looks like I need to do some makin' up tonight. That's the best part anyways!
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