It’s 3 am (almost) and I feel loopy…
Need to be in bed. I’m tired. So much to say about my happy Buffalo day…tomorrow…
I logged BACK on to blogger because I wanted to say this.
My Simba cat just pelted in the front room thadaump thadadump thadadump. Umph.
Of course 3 am is giant kitty’s FAVORITE playtime.
I turned to Erin and said…
“If Simba had an Indian name, he would be *Runs With Purpose*
(Overtired laughter ensues..far too long, mind you…)
Erin: “Actually, he would be *Runs With A Purpose* kinda like *Stands With A Fist*
Jen: (stands with a fist) And Sasha Kitten would be *Sits Like A Turkey*
(More overtired laughter…and immediate blogging occurs,)
Jen: “I hope someone else is amused by us, cause we are damn funny…”
Erin: “Oh, boy…good night.”
Jen: “Good night.”
And the ladies head off to bed, hopefully to dream about being tamed by a resplendent impetuous shrew.
“For by this light, whereby I see thy beauty—
Thy beauty that doth make me like thee well—
Thou must be married to no man but me,
For I am he am born to tame you, Kate”