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Yesterday, being Sunday, I had planned to sleep in. The dog had other plans. This occurred sometime between 6:30 and 7 am:
Dog: Get up! Time to get up! Gotta pee and eat food!
Me: No, not yet. Still sleeping. We'll get up later.
Dog: *throws up on bed*
Me: I'm up! I'm up! Geez!
Great way to start the day, huh?
In other news, my SiL is pregnant, so I'm going to be an aunt. Kinda shocking, because part of me is still like "My baby brother can't procreate. He's ony, what, 12?" But I've started in on crocheting a baby blanket as a gift.
Dog: Get up! Time to get up! Gotta pee and eat food!
Me: No, not yet. Still sleeping. We'll get up later.
Dog: *throws up on bed*
Me: I'm up! I'm up! Geez!
Great way to start the day, huh?
In other news, my SiL is pregnant, so I'm going to be an aunt. Kinda shocking, because part of me is still like "My baby brother can't procreate. He's ony, what, 12?" But I've started in on crocheting a baby blanket as a gift.
