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Not a Morning Person

OK if you know me you know that I am not a morning person. So  I wasn't that thrilled with Johnny when he woke me up at 5 something this morning. Then I realized he was trying to tell me that he didn't feel well and needed to go outside to get sick. Good dog, bad mommy. I didn't want to get out of bed. 

 I was up in time to watch the Beverly Hillbillies. I was not as excited as you might think. Given today was supposed to be my day off (it is not) I played a minute at Bubblews. I don't know why but it's relaxing.

 And now that this post has taken four tries to get up, I'm going to find something for my headache. That big kid really needs to find a job that takes him off for months at a time. 

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