Maddie cleaned out the refrigerator.
My shocked face should be interpreted as the inevitable sad realization of my impending unrequested travel arrangements. I had prepared myself for a night of sulking. I was prepared to withhold 1% of my bedtime cuddles with Maddie in protest.
But then, the light arrived.
I chased it.
I attacked it.
Maddie said I was chasing my own shadow. They are so funny with the jokes.
I have hopes that perhaps, maybe, today is the day that I have finally vanquished this bright, repetitive, and persistent adversary.
As for Lay-dee's house? My reflective distraction has caused me to reevaluate my priorities. I have decided that Lay-dee must be relegated to a tomorrow problem.
Tonight, I cuddle with Maddie. (100%)
Signed, Pinky Ruth
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