I’m working hard to look at the bright side here. Yes, Milady’s on the bed and GTB and I aren’t. But all three of us got fed.
And I may even have gotten a poem out of this too.
Last week my body and my dog came to the agreement
that I should wake up every morning at 5:15.
My wife and my brain, however, disagree.
Dammit, Layla, give us a break here, okay?