i woke up at midnight and can't get back to sleep. there are too many poodles and pugs on my bed and then phoebe popped up and stared out the window. what was she looking at so intently? did she see a rat in the backyard?
sigh, now i am worrying about the rats again which i have been pretending do not really exist. and since i am awake and doing nothing but laying there trying to sleep, i just automatically switch over to worry.
why can't i happily count my blessings, instead of trying to count how many rats might possibly be living underneath the chicken coop?
i swear in the sleepless darkness of night that there is a whole freaking army under there. and why don't i just finally do something about it instead of just wishing they'd all go away (or become magically sterile)
i actually haven't seen any since mugsy killed those last ones but i know those little buggers are out there....just waiting ( and having alot of sex and babies while they are waiting too)
what an utterly stupid and useless way to waste a good nights sleep.