Five minutes ago, I was laying in bed, replaying my week... ya know, like I usually do, when it suddenly occurred to me that I sleep like I'm sharing my bed. Very strange. All these years I've been content with my cozy little right-side spot (my right, not yours), while completely ignoring the entire left side. And why? What am I doing?! I should be utilizing this extra space that so many significant others secretly wish for.
I bet a lot of people sleep this way. Well NO MORE! It's a Revolution people! What are we all waiting for?? Go ahead and hog the bed! There's no one else in it but you!!!
I know what you must be thinking.. "thanks a lot for reminding me that I'm the only one in my bed! Ya jerk!" ...... and frankly, I started to think the same thing, but stop right there, Negative Nancy! This is about the space we're not using, that we'll bitch about not having later. Take advantage of it now, while you still have the power! (After a tough discussion with myself, I decided to leave out any reference to 'Grayskull' in that last sentence. So close though. All the 80's nerds in the room, can I get a hell yeah!?'
Anycrap, here I am, typing away at my latest ramble, from the middle of my bed. Ok, no, I can't just go ALL the way over to the left side yet! We're still talking foreign territory here. Baby steps, man. Baby steps.
I gotta tell you, this is actually pretty weird.. I'm never over here. I feel like any second, someone's gonna walk in and say 'You're in my spot!!!!!!'.
....aaaaaand cue the dog!
........aaaaaaaand *SCENE*!
Even though it really just happened (she really did jump up here just now) that was still incredibly lame.
Ah well, I don't profess to be a good writer, and if I were, I'd have to be on strike right now anyway.
Back to my dog. God my dog is great. So what if she doesn't know basic trained-dog tricks.. My dog's a thinker, a sarcastic litte bugger.. Kind of like a mini Sophia Petrillo in a fur coat. Sometimes I almost forget that she's a dog (and she's definitely a dog, which is the ONLY excuse for her rampant butt-lickery)
My little bodyguard... who valiantly attempts to rescue me from early wake-up calls and the UPS guy..
My little turd-monkey... who got mad when I laughed at her, and took it out on the hallway carpet with a whiz not to be believed.
My little pumpkin... who'll jump up here and lay beside me for no other reason than the fact that she wants to be here with me.
And that's Peanut, in a nutshell.. *cue the bad joke cymbal-crash*
My little Peanut.. Who I really hope will outlive her shitzu expiration date, but I fear will one day leave me all alone to entertain the morbid thought of having her freeze-dried and on display. Not to scare any potential grandkids, but for the lamer reason of not being able to let her go.
Damn. Right now I kinda regret the fact that I'm never very liberal with the treats.
..So raise the candles high, cause if you don't we could stay black against the sky. Oh raise them higher again, and if you do, we could stay dry against the rain..
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