I'm on the Edge

I heard the shutter this morning before opening my eyes.

Andy was taking pictures of something and I prayed it wasn't me sleeping.  Like a zombie.  A super unattractive bedhead zombie. 

It wasn't.

He captured a moment between friends.

Some time between midnight and 4am Abby slings our bedroom door open like a drunk cowboy, marches up to our bed, tosses both of her pillows on Sadie, and nestles down for the night.

Looks like Sadie has resigned herself as armchair. 

(P.S. The lump under the covers teetering off the mattress cliff is me.  The repelling dreams make sense now.)

Confiscated Goods

Turns out my son's a hoarder. I found these "borrowed" items under his pillow this morning as I made his bed. His sister and I have been looking for her brand new teapot and teacup set since I plopped her down in front of an empty plastic Playschool plate late last night. This does not bode well. According to the evidence, perpetrator is armed, dangerous, addicted, and British. Use precaution when approaching. Call for backup immediately. Perpetrator will flee the scene if ambushed. K-9s will be of no use, he will probably be nakedie...or at least in a Pull-Up.

The good news? We found those missing items.
The bad news? I have no idea what will be under those pillows tomorrow morning. God help us all.