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”