Okay. I know that things could be worse. How much worse I could stand, I don't know. Bonnie follows me around. Constantly. When I'm in the computer room, she opens the closed door and says, "Ha! I tracked you down!" giggle. She's taken to getting up at the crack of dawn, and will not go to bed until I've retired for the evening.
Good news is that she sniffs all the time. Dry sniff. Habit she's had ALL of her life. She's two years older than I am, so I've heard this sniff my entire life. Doesn't bother me. Nice little alert system. I can sometimes make a dash into a bathroom when I hear the sniff approach. Works for me.
Five and a half days left.
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Genesis 30:8 "And Rachel said, 'With great wrestlings have I wrestled with my sister, and I have prevailed...'"
**SNIFF**
This was a test of the BAS (Bonnie Alert System). This was only a test. In the event if s real Bonnie Alert, the sniff you just heard would be followed with a "know what I mean" message.
And for Soap..
The only sisters I want to see wrestling are the Olsen Twins. In jello. LOTS and LOTS of jello.
LOL really loudly!!
I am having so much fun you should post 9 times a day!!!
What in heaven's name are you going to blog about when Bonnie leaves?
Any chance you can send her my way? I'm running out of ideas.
This two shall pass. Five days is not so long, and you will probably miss her when she is gone.
Meanwhile, take deep breathes, and know that she will not be there forever.
I love visiting this place even when your sister is not in town because then I get to read that wonderful slugline at the top: I have this BLOG so I can comment on other BLOGS, etc. For some reason that cracks me up, time after time. Also, I CAN INDEED make something of your Welsh town. I don't know WHAT yet, but my neurons are firing.
Iguana, you crack me up!
Tan Lucy Pez, slip her some Benadryl, maybe she'll crash for a few hours!
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