I’m sporting a little Mohawk this morning. Mommy calls it bedhead. I’m just slow moving this morning. My get up and go went without warning. I’m tired. Heck, I didn’t even get mom up for breakfast. She had to get me up. Now, I’m going back to bed.
Can ya’ll do me a favor? If you find my get up and go, will you return it to me? I’m off to snuggle down deep in my Egyptian cotton sheet. Wake me if the Hotel Thompson is on fire. Snorts.