Lest all of you think life at Chateau LaineyD is all stress and sadness, here is a cute conversation to dispel that rumor:
So, Gene and I watched some TV (courtesy of Hulu, XBox and the mysteries of technology), mostly stuff from USA Network (Burn Notice, Royal Pains).
Me: “So, do we have anything left in the queue?”
Gene: “No, I don’t think so.” ::checks queue:: “How do we have an episode of (dude reality show) Top Shot? We shouldn’t have that until tomorrow.”
Me: “Could we have slept through Saturday altogether?”
::Gene and I look at each other curiously::
Gene: “Well, maybe we did.”
Me: “Wait, no, White Dog’s clock says Saturday. Phew!”
See, this was a possibility because, after an unnaturally early 6 am wakeup (grrrr, cell phone/work) and Chik-Fil-A breakfast run, the humans at the house decided it was naptime and the next time I came to, it was almost noon.
Me: “Guess what time it is?”
Gene: “Noon?”
Me: “Almost!”
and then, we finally woke up for good at 1.