So last night I decided to go to bed early. Pick up pen and paper because it is really too early. Add Ipad to play a game or two. Take a book a long just in case. All the bases are covered. I don’t need to get out of bed unless I feel the urge. (You know the one.)
Even Snoop was being cooperative, despite sleeping most of the day to prepare for the night. It is surprising how a little cool weather causes him to want to go into hibernation. Can’t say I really blame him, sounds good to me right about too. Unfortunately it didn’t end up going the way I expected.
Why, do you ask? W-E-L-L… it goes this way… the Elven Children took over my mind… and they are not being good little babies… well, maybe not so much that they are being bad, but they are being mischievous terrors … I believe they are about to get grounded, though I am not sure what that means to an Elf… right about now I would say that means, no wolf races, no unicorn races, no harassing the Pegasus horses, no jumping on Uncle Torrent, no skinny dipping in the river they are supposed to stay away from, no… no… no… I think you get the picture. They are being children.
Writing about the next generation is always a hoot, they are so lively and one page turns into another until you look at the clock and go… oops. Snoop doesn’t mind, he is stretched across my chest purring and giving me languid looks which means he is comfortable. He isn’t even wanting to go outside so much lately, that feather blanket is looking better and better all the time, and it really isn’t that cold outside yet. I think things are cooling down when I am forced to start wearing socks on a daily basis… correct me if I am wrong.
Well time to get back to the children, they are all standing in line, dripping water off onto to grass, awaiting their Uncle Torrent & Uncle Marious’ decision… alright, alright… some call them daddy too. Don’t expect their children to take a back seat. Besides, they have to start finding out which pieces of clothing spread in a trail to the river belongs to whom.