After throwing in a load of laundry and scrubbing up yet more carpet, we all snuggled back up to bed. Buster kept yawning. He yawns when he is nervous. And we are all now very well aware of what he does when he is nervous! Every whimper and snort and yawn and stretch made by Buster jolted me out of sleep. Thankfully, but also infuriatingly, there were no more accidents throughout the night.
I can't wait for exactly 6:20 p.m. tonight because that is when I am going to bed. Bah.
A. opened his birthday gifts last night. (His b-day is Friday, but he will be up north ice-fishing.) I got him an Absinthe glass and spoon.
He is rather fascinated by all the folklore surrounding this newly-legal-again-in-the-States spirit. Unfortunately, when I swung by the liquor store last night to pick up a bottle, I was greeted with empty shelves. Apparently, just yesterday, someone came in a bought up all 12 bottles in stock. What in the hell could they have planned?
I opened my final birthday present last night, too. A. and I were both very excited to try it out. We wondered how much it would tickle. We giggled.
Afterword, we were amazed at the power. We both sighed, totally refreshed.
I am a lucky girl to have one of these for my bedtime routine: