Rosy is having none of it. Bring on the satin eye mask, room service and the Zzzzzs!
Sabrina T. says her pomeranian refuses to get out of bed on Mondays.
What’s All This Monday Morning Malarkey?
December 17, 2012 By
Rosy is having none of it. Bring on the satin eye mask, room service and the Zzzzzs!
Sabrina T. says her pomeranian refuses to get out of bed on Mondays.
Good policy. I may have to adopt it here.
Looks like a sleepy red panda!
Ha! Glad I’m not the only one whose immediate thought was: “how come they have a red panda!?”
I also thought “Red Panda in a Blanket! Cool!”
*applauds puppy wildly before going back to bed *
Rosie’s got the right idea. Especially
today – grey, damp, chilly, and sad
here in the NE. Where’s my lavender
eye pillow?
It’s grey, damp, chilly, and sad in San Diego this morning, too. Although, minus the sadness, the weather stuff is a nice change.
Where are you, phred’s mom? I’m in MA.
Currently in North Jersey,
but moving to Bucks County, PA.
Ditto in the NW.. as usual this time of year (not the sadness)
The leeps, people! The smiley rosy leeps!
What Earwig said.
Reminds me of my cat every morning when I get up for work.
She gives me this, “Ha-ha” look and rolls back over.
I have determined that the reason I have such a hard time getting up every morning is because I’m surrounded by five or six warm fuzzy purring cat bodies…
Chloe looks at me like, “What in the world are you doing getting out of bed? Have you gone crazy?” Every. Stinking. Day.
I can almost feel the warmth and coziness from here! Really, REALLY wanna crawl back in bed now!
This is how I woke up this morning, without the smiling leeps.
It’s snowing here in Québec. perfect day to stay in bed or in front of a warm fire. Looks like we’re going to have a white Christmas after all.
Is it pretty?
bien sur, Theresa. c’est jolie.
Don’t forget the deluxe reelaxing noises machine, set to “Windchimes in the Monsoon.”
My dog pouts at me terribly when I don’t sleep in with her. She’s more than happy to burrow under the blankets and totally ignore my pleas of “Kayla, c’mon, get outta bed, I’ve got to go to work!”
Then she’ll “woo” at me when I get home, and kick her hind legs furiously. Maybe I should just work from home…