“Sleeping with Saints” refers inanely to how I spend a third of my life. Sleeping with two furry mammoths. Ralph is 200# and Trixie is 150#. There’s no missing the Saints on the bed. They can’t be mistaken for pairs of errant socks. As the nights warm, they spend less time on the bed, but their snores carry from the floor at the foot.
As they have already been slighted by the title, it is imperative that I mention that I also sleep with my partner, Richard and a pair of cats, Max and Spike. (Spike can be mistaken for a pair of errant socks.) I use “Saints” only because I thought it more theatrical. Somehow it would make my blog classier. I do question the wisdom of my decision. But I have been going from title to title for three weeks. It was critical that I finally decide.
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So where is the picture of you with your new 'hip' haircut. Inquiring minds want to see.
I brought my camera today if you want me to snap a pic! Or I can get a copy of that comehither photo they took of you for the HR Snooze article...."Coffee anyone?"
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