It’s a bird, it’s a plane…
kitten, over at …a subtle slavegirl recently said, “Now, if I was Super Slave, it would be an entirely different story. I’m sure that one of my secret powers would be the “Laser Eyes of Instant Death” and then those nasty gym instructors and domly ones would really have something to fear.”
Ain’t that the truth?????????
Taylor went to bed super early last night cuz he’d been up like 36 hours, worked all day and was simply beat.
I went to bed later and tossed and turned a lot. Dreams kept waking me up when I would sleep, my shoulder was killing me from a new yoga routine I tried and I was getting so damned cranky - which, of course, made sleep even more elusive.
So at one point, Taylor rolled over and wrapped an arm around me and I nearly bit his head off. (Neither of us are much for snuggling in our sleep. We’ll snuggle a bit before sleep then roll over to our respective sides of the bed to actually sleep) He’d just been up to pee and, I guess, just felt like a nuzzle. I, on the other hand, was ready to jump out of bed and kill people and our moods just didn’t mesh. (Don’t TOUCH me, god damn it. I’m trying to SLEEP here and I can’t DO that if your eight hundred pound arm is draped over me! ARGH)
Anyhow…
If I had the powers of the “laser eyes of instant death” we’d all be a smoldering heap of ashes today. 
Thank goodness I don’t, know matter how I sometimes wish I did.
Anyhow…
Check out kitten’s blog. She’s funny, entertaining, and keeps it all totally real. I love reading over there. It’s never about how things “should” be done, just about how they do them in their own little world. A breath of fresh air at times, for sure.
xoxo
