The ol’ flop and sleep.

On that note, Charles is a crazy sleeper. He sleeps with me most nights, so I would know. Occasionally he’ll curl up at the end of the bed and stay that way the entire night — rare but it does happen. Most nights he’s up and wiggling about. He’ll toss, turn and scratch until he’s happy.

Whoa Tiger.

Hey, did you know that tomorrow is Thanksgiving. Only the second most wondrous holiday of the entire year. A whole day devoted to thanks… oh and turkey, mashed potatoes, pie, green bean casserole, sweet potatoes, gravy, among a multitude of other artery clogging foods. (Yum). It’s one of those days I look forward to all

About to burst.

So… I have so much to write about, so many things just dying to get out. But, I’ve eaten myself into a food induced coma and can barely function. It could have to do with the sundae I had here: The bread I ate all day long: Or Fred, the crab we had for dinner.