Mom is always making fun of me because of my need to lay atop articles of clothing, bags, papers, etc. Yeah, the bed is comfortable enough, but her beat up sweatshirt adds a certain something I just can't describe. Whatever the reason, it gets me some extra attention from her, and that's all that matters.
On a side note, we made out okay after the storm, unlike so many others who weren't as fortunate. We pretty much stayed on the northern edge of the worst of things throughout the weekend until Monday arrived, when we saw the heaviest rain of all, and even some flooding nearby.
Dad is going to be working in Wilmington this coming week, where they need lots of extra help with post-storm cleanup.
Friday, September 14, 2018
|Another one for the "Where's Cleo" file?|
The wind isn't too bad right now and the rain hasn't really even started, but just as dad and I made our way to the living room to start today's post the lights flickered briefly. A little soon, don't you think? Not a good sign...
Sunday, September 9, 2018
Yeah, it's rough here. Working hard all day,
coming home, doing the cooking and cleaning, paying the bills- you know, all the important stuff we hard-working beings must do on a daily basis. No rest for the weary, they say. Toiling away, every day, never getting a chance to truly relax. I'm telling you, life is not fair. I need some R 'n R.
Umm, excuse me, little Miss Southern Belle Lazypants. You do realize where you are and what you're doing, don't you? You know you're not fooling anyone, right?