Cleo has an annoying habit of bringing her toys to bed. Not just one toy,
but all the toys. This would not be so bad if she didn't have to announce
the arrival of each new toy and then beat it into submission. Fortunately I
manage to fall asleep most nights after the second round. Every morning I
put the toys back in the rightful Toybox and every night they end up back in
my bed.
Last night's body count included two mice, a Lemon, an Orange and some sort
of beetle. She has managed to mangle most of the toys that survived Smokey
and Cali. She's shredded the Lemon and the Orange (nerf like toys) and
defurred most of the mice.
Chakolate - 06 Feb 2006 05:37 GMT
> Every morning I
> put the toys back in the rightful Toybox and every night they end up
> back in my bed.
Sisyphus. You are Sisyphus.
Why, O Sisyphus, do you make your goddess do all that work every night?
You are being very selfish, after her blessing you with all her worldly
goods.
Chak

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