07-01-2019, 06:11 AM
I could be more broken but for whatever reason, I am not. Heading into the darkened bedroom last night, I left the lights off so as not to wake the exhausted Queen, I tripped over Maeve and crashed to the floor. I believe there was much swearing. There was enough racket to awake and alarm the Queen. After I fell, I lay on the ground for a few seconds to gather my wits and do and injury inventory. Since I was unmoving on the ground, the Queen was quite worried. She had left the bed to check on me. I assured her I was alright. I also had to check on Maeve to make sure I hadn't injured her in the collision. She was fine but unnerved. My only injuries appear to be some rug rash on my knee and slight tenderness in my left forearm.
Maeve reciprocated by demanding I take her out at 3am to do a pee and poop run. Figuring I was only going out onto the porch, I neglected to get on some shoes. Maeve dragged me down the steps, across the weed choked yard and out into the street.
Good times.
Maeve reciprocated by demanding I take her out at 3am to do a pee and poop run. Figuring I was only going out onto the porch, I neglected to get on some shoes. Maeve dragged me down the steps, across the weed choked yard and out into the street.
Good times.
As a matter of fact, my anger does keep me warm