This morning I meandered over to my mom's bed; she was not as happy to see me as I was to see her. She was mumbling something about it being Saturday....only 5:33. Then she told me to go say hi to my Dad - humph - that took one second. Then she told me to go look for bunnies, but hey, I can see out the window while I'm standing over her wondering why she's not hopping out of bed.
Well, needless to say, I am a very persistent dog, and she finalllllly got up. I mean what's the big deal? I know you'll agree: