Now I'm on the dining room window ledge. I'm big on staring out windows. And at my mom. Don't ask why...I'm just weird that way.
I've taken back to dragging the springy toy into my mom's bed. She gets a big kick out of it for some reason. I'm just paying tribute. I don't understand how it's particularly amusing. Since Mom was completely out, I walked around on her until she got up and ate with me. And that was prettttty much my day.