Last night, just as I was about to go to bed, someone knocked on our window. Hubby was at work, and considering we were robbed not too long ago, it scared the crap out of me. I know, it was probably some drunk thinking this was the neighbors house (we live within walking distance of two bars, and we live in an alley, so we always have someone drunk and stumbling around)
So, I called the cops and asked them to please drive down our street on rounds. I told them what happened and said I wasn't too worried, (I mean, I didn't want them to track the guy down and hose him off or anything, it was probably an innocent mistake, and I was being paranoid.) I was unable to go to sleep for a few hours, and no, they never drove down the street.
To make it even worse, apparently Goten has a better memory than I thought, because he freaked out. Clearly, he remembered when we were robbed and thought it was going to happen again. So, the two of us huddled together.
So, now it's about 2:00 in the morning, and I'm finally able to drift off to sleep, except Goten can't. He keeps rubbing against me, wanting me to pet him, and if I stop, he starts slapping my face with his paw like, "Mommy, I need wuv, I need wuv, WAKE UP B*TCH AND GIMMIE SOME WUVVIN'! Oh, and since you have to get up and use the bathroom, why not toss a little of that salmon you had tonight my way?"
Needless to say, I've spent most of the day in a dazed fog. I've been just waiting until I could go to bed, and now that it's that time, I'm starting to feel that exhausted/wired feeling.
But, I think I should at least give sleep a try.
On a more cheerful note
I wish I'd centered it better, but I just love this shot!