I woke in the dark to hear one of our three Burmese cats auditioning for Shrek 3.
You know the noise. It's like when you're talking to God and Huey down the big white telephone, and you're coming to the end of the three-way conversation. De Banderas captured it
perfectly in Shrek 2.
And previous experiences automatically conditioned me, even in my half-asleep state, to check the pillow for third-party bodily fluids.
None (at least on
my side).
So a totally selfish slide back into Zzzsland.
Slightly vindicated/absolved this morning though - it was obviously all 'talk' and no action.
btw
The Man is 43 today - go congratulate.
# posted by Mr.D. @ 8:25 AM
Drinking and Driving (but clearly not simultaneously)
