sigh, ok not really but...I think aggie was drinking last night.
twice she fell off of the pillow on the blanket box and fell down the plastic spa stairs.
she finally made it up to the bed but that not always so nice phina was in her way so she settled for a 12 inch by 12 inch patch of free bed next to my head.
and there she sat...and sat...and sat...like one of those silent gargoyle statues, she just silently sat.
she fell asleep like that but her head was too heavy. so ever so slowly it lowered down, millimeter by millimeter until her chin softly and safely landed on the bridge of my nose.
it was like a slo mo lunar landing except on my nose.
and how was I supposed to sleep with her chin and 30 pound head firmly planted on my face?
aggie has a skewed bulldog concept of personal space.
That's funny and you just made my day! :)