savageseraph: (Fae (by aurorasfate))
( Oct. 17th, 2016 08:10 pm)
Despite my best efforts, I can’t seem to go into a work week fully rested. Last night, I went to bed on time, and I fell asleep easily. I was deep into a pleasant dream of something that eludes me now that I’m awake, and the smoke detector in the bedroom let out a beep. Naturally, since it is a smoke detector, it’s not terribly subtle. About 15 seconds later, there was another beep. Then another.

Of course, it had to be the one right in the bedroom with me.

So I trudged out to grab the cleaner on a pole I have to dust around the crown molding, turned it upside down, and used it to hit the reset button. There were a string of angry beeps, and then I pushed it again. It came back fine, and all was well after that.

Well. Except for the fact the dog was freaked the fuck out and I was rudely jolted out of deep sleep and lamenting the fact I’d likely be up all night. I wasn’t, but that waking a few hours into the sleep cycle is throwing me off at work today.

I mentioned that I moved across the breezeway last month into a renovated apartment with laminate floors. My allergies like this. The dog most certainly does not. Last night, however, we discovered a new game.

I was lying on the floor playing with her, and I put my hands on her chest and gave her a shove, which sent her sliding across the floor. She looked startled for a moment, then charged me. I made much of her, then did it again. Lather. Rinse. Repeat.

Naturally, I immediately have to tell my sister about this and say that Ripley and I have a new game. It’s called Risky Business, and I explain. She now thinks Ripley needs a tiny pair of underpants to wear as she’s sliding across the floor.


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