At 12:15 am - last night - or this morning, I guess... Elizabeth stepped on our dog, who squealed at the top of her lungs. You see, Elizabeth was running into our bedroom to ask a question about her taxes. Yes, she was just now doing her taxes... at 12:15 am on the night/morning of April 18th... the 11th hour.
And yes, she stepped on the dog in her haste.
At 12:15 am I was in no shape, no mood, no way gonna answer any questions about taxes. I believe in doing mine on time. NOT on April 18th. Yes, I did mine on April 17th. Yes I did.
So I rebuked her and went back to sleep.
I came home from work exhasted today and tried to work at my computer but kept falling asleep. So, I did something I don't normally do. I took a nap.
Thirty minutes into my nap, Elizabeth ran into my room screaming again. There was a duck in our backyard that apparently I JUST HAD TO SEE. 'Cuz we don't live on a pond? And we never, ever see ducks?
I'm headed to bed now. And I've tried to warn the dog to sleep with one eye open. There's no telling what Elizabeth will be dying to tell me the moment I fall asleep.