You know how you guys always love Edsel? Here's what it's like to live with him. It's 33 seconds of torture.
Had I known I'd be filming this hysteria, I'd have gotten the sheets out the dryer. Well. Maybe. You know how I am.
And yes, it was dark in my room. I waited for the sun to go down on me before I walked the dogs. It's 907 degrees out. I DIDN'T KNOW I'D BE MAKING A MASTERPIECE, OKAY? Anyway, Edsel DID get his walk, and then I had to march around my living room like an idiot after to get my 10,000 fucking steps.
Tallulah got her walk, too. She was calm about it. Yesterday I took a nap with Tallulah, the kind where we have our heads on the same pillow and I scoop up her swoopy barrel Pitty chest and we sleep that way the whole time.
All right, I have to go. I KNOW, I just GOT here. But I overslept thanks to Ned, who serves as my alarm clock, and who came in at 7:00. "Are you ready to wake up, or do you want to sleep more?" he always asks. "No, I'll get up," I said, and fell right back asleep. He didn't wake me up again till 7:40! SEVEN FORTY! What kind of alarm clock is THAT? He was already dressed for work at that point. I swear he only woke me up so I'd leave the bed, so he could make it. He always makes the bed no matter what. Do you make the bed? Because before I got here, I so didn't.
Also, Ned would never leave a bed sheetless because someone barfed on it, then throw not one but two robes on the bare mattress because, hey, free space! He would never. Apparently in his youth, he didn't used to be tidy, but now he is. I guess he's trying to stay ahead of the fur, which, hah.
I leave you with a circle of cat activity, and a plug for my Purple Clover. If one more person tells me they didn't know that was Greta Gerwig in the Purple Clover article--I was TICKLED they used her--Ima hang my own self and ship barking Edsel to your door.