Something about this year's time change has wrought havoc, and she seems to have decided that the very moment the sun begins to even think about threatening to peek over the trees it is time to play Thwack The Human. This is now happening in the neighborhood of 5 am, which means the human who really needs 8 hours of sleep every night but has been surviving on 6 is now getting between 4 and 5.
The same conversation is taking place every morning:
Her: (while practicing her cymbal playing skills on my cheeks)
Me: (squinting at her and then the clock)
Her: ... Catunk!
(The sound of kitteh jumping down to run circles around and under the bed, which coincidentally whips Chelsea into a crazed barking frenzy who now runs back and forth across the bed AND ME)
It is 8 am and I have been up for 3 hours. Because of a cat. And a dog.
Remind me again who is at the top of the food chain?
These are fun though, and chances are if I'd slept that extra hour this morning I might have missed them in my Etsy Circle list. For those of you who make Treasuries, thanks very much from those of us you feature. You make us feel special.
Beachcomber in this one:
Shimmer in this one:
Solar Flair in this one:
Now if only someone would create a Treasury of Nap that I could hide in for an hour...