For some reason I awoke at the crack 'o dawn and decided to get out of bed. This is pretty strange for me, since I am more likely to hit the radio button and listen to NPR while drifting back to sleep, but alas, it was not to be.
I managed to do two loads of laundry and watch almost all of Brideshead Revisited before Aunt Chrissy came to make the morning paper delivery. (Yes, you read that right. Aunt Chrissy stops at my house on the way to work to retrieve the paper from the box and place it on the inside garage steps leading to the house.) (I believe she does this to prevent my neighbors from taking up a collection to buy me some proper nightwear.)
Stewey woke up at 9:30 and asked for waffles, so I made up a little tray and the two of us had breakfast in bed while talking about the day's agenda.
"I'd like to go to Macy's for the Clinique bonus, mo-ther. And then maybe we can stop by the PetSmart for some cookies."
"You don't need any more cookies, Stewey. There are at least eight boxes of them in your pantry, and Mommie really doesn't want to have to move stuff out of another closet to accommodate your growing pile of crap."
"Well, if you won't take me, can I have my Visa card back so that I might call a car service?"
"Nope. You're staying inside with Mommie today and I'm thinking that we might clean the house."
"I don't like you very much, Mommie. May I please go live with Aunt Chrissy?"
With that, I gave him a look that said "Don't mess with the Mommie today" and he skulked away to his fort. Dishes were done, the bed was changed, bathrooms were cleaned, and rooms were dusted and swept before they knew what hit them. Bliss.
So now I'm showered and dressed and ready for some heavy duty stitchy action in the freshly plumped Happy Chair. I'm thinking that it will be a day for a springy cross stitch piece, but I think I'll let the wind take me where ever it wants to.
Thank you for all of your concern over the bird situation. I'm still not sure what the heck they are, but I can tell you that the little suckers are fast and ferocious. I stood outside with an umbrella while Stewey had his constitutional this morning, and I thought I was going to be minus an eye.
Looks like it's time for some front yard potty action. I just hope the neighbors don't gossip about Stewey's pajamas.