I hear a shouted “No!” from the living room that pulls me out of my slumber. I rush out to realize that The Hunky Hubby and Princess Leia Freyja are battling over possession of The Hunky Hubby’s slice of pie. He set it up high, but she got up on her hind legs, oozed past a full glass or orange juice, toppled some miniatures he was painting for a board game, and scattered pie all over his computer and a few of those miniature figurines. I went back to bed, but I’m pretty sure he lost and had to slice himself another piece of pie.
The boys spend their half day of school on the roof of the snow-laden woodshed, digging tunnels and making nests. Unfortunately, Sweet Boy#2’s precious new sock monkey that he won for making it to the 100 point club in AR had to spend the night in the snow nest as he was briefly forgotten when the boys got cold and “screen time” was mentioned.
Leia gets a hold of a tube of food coloring, leaving her tongue a lovely shade of green.
I was in bed and heard a strange sound in the kitchen. When I “arose to see what was the matter” what I beheld was Princess Leia standing on the dishwasher lid. Yes, her back paws were both up on the dishwasher door and her front paws were on the counter, and her snout was inside my casserole dish, licking out some bacon fat. I’m starting to think she is addicted.