I had more bad dreams, which in itself is not something to be amused about, but something did happen that was funny. I was getting to the point of semi-consciousness, because for some reason I have lately been dreaming only to suddenly wake up? But yeah, not quite asleep. And I was forced to eat something nasty in the dream (really, really nasty, you have no idea), which I promptly tried to spit back out. My body decided to spit, too. I woke up enough to feel myself unwittingly purse my lips and propel drool out in a tiny fountain. Which then fell back onto my cheek and down to my collar, where it soaked in and grossed me out enough to wake fully. Ahhhhhhhh, me. Silly, dumb me.
Both the cats were clamoring and begging for breakfast. I went out to fill their dish. Bub immediately walked away to perch himself on a kitchen chair. Kitty scratched at the dish, then also walked away. .......I thought you wanted food?!
















