If cuddling with my puppies while watching reruns of The Golden Girls was a sport––I’d be a Gold medal winner.
Their soft little bodies warm my bones better than grandmas electric blanket;
But it’s their unconditional love that provides such an enormous amount of joy which forces me to stay in bed an hour longer.
I slept in, and now I'll pay-
The puppies are mad, they have to pee.
I lost two hours, time to get things done.
I already know, today is NOT going to be fun.
I'm up and working, but there's no catching up,
The day started without me, and I just have to deal with it-
I knew I shouldn't have stayed up late watching Downton Abbey!