I woke up this morning to the sound of dog tags jingling together. Then I heard that all too familiar slurp of Misty trying to lick the Spousal Equivalent's face off. It was just after 4, and apparently she was hungry and wanted attention.
After being pushed away, she bounded to the end of the bed, then walked up my legs to sit on my stomach (and bladder), demanding petting. That was it, she was up. And so was the SE.
It's Friday. It's cheese lover's day. I'm craving Mac n' Cheese. Good Mac n' Cheese.
Or maybe some fondue from the Melting Pot...
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