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I should not think at 4:00 am

So I was up with the dog early this morning... I find myself thinking the strangest things that early in the morning... like:

  • Dogs don't have boogers.
  • I can't think of any animals who get boogers.
  • My cat in college was named Booger.
  • I get boogers.
  • Spokane is especially conducive to boogers. The air is very dry here.
  • Since man is made in God's image, God must get boogers.
  • But maybe not, since I'm sure the humidity in heaven is always regulated perfectly...

See how scary it is?

Asia is in Seattle this week - so while I have to step up in terms of responsibility, I'm rewarded with quiet evenings, full remote control possession and the luxury of the entire bed all to myself. I put my electric blanket on the bed before he left, so I'm not even cold without him. I do miss him though. The older I get the more I need his calming steadiness and friendship. He truly is my best friend and I'll be glad when he's home again. But until then - I'm reveling in a bit of freedom.

Happy Tuesday everyone!

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  1. Anonymous7:39 AM

    What the heck are you doing up at 4:00 in the morning? YIKES! I've been known to go to bed at 4:00 in the morning, but it is a rare occasion that I get up that early. Boogers: we call the goop that accumulates in the eye area Eye Boogers. Now that is gross!

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  2. Cathy9:01 AM

    Kelly - when the dog moans in the night, I have to get up to take her out... she might still pee in her crate if I don't... this morning she moaned at 3:45.

    I'm beginning to understand what you mean about Buddy being so vocal - Gracie moans and squeeks and whimpers all the time. She's so cute... are you suggesting that it might start to drive me crazy?

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