Up late last night, up early this morning . . . my wife and I take Lightning to the dog beach. We get home a little after 10 . . .
Nap time!
When I wake up and look at the (analog) clock over the fireplace, it’s already 3 p.m. My god, I’ve slept the whole day away!
No, wait . . . the big hand is on the 3 and the little hand is on the 12. It’s only 12:15!
Back to sleep . . .
We took Lightning to the Huntington Dog Beach this morning . . .
As we were parking the car, my wife asked, “Do they have bathrooms here?”
“They have portables,” I said, pointing them out.
“OK, you guys go ahead and I’ll meet you down at the beach.”
Later, when we got back to the car, I asked, “Where’s my coffee?”
“It’s all gone,” she said.
“It may be all gone now but it wasn’t all gone when I left it here.”
“I had to pee in it.”
“You peed in my coffee cup?”
“I can’t use those portables.”
“Why couldn’t you pee in your own coffee?”
“I had to make a judgment call.”
“Well . . . thanks for not setting it back and letting me drink out of it.”
