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Yeah, I could use some play. Definitely.
i would love to be curled up in the sun with a cuddly kitten.
i wish we could play…that would be nice. much nicer than sitting here in my office, though the breeze coming through the window is pleasant.
Speaking of milkshakes… my 11-yr-old grandson really gets what is important. The other night while he and his mother were having some ice cream he said to me: “You know, it really stinks that you can’t have ice cream!” None of that: well, at least you know what you can’t eat, or… you can have fruit, or any of that crap! Just… “it really stinks!” Later, he thought of another reason that it stinks: because I can’t have a free ice cream on my birthday as a member of the birthday club at Cold Stone Creamery.
Trying to make him feel a little less bad… I mentioned that in the first half of my life, I’d probably had enough ice cream for an entire lifetime (at which my daughter had to choke back her laughter), and the little guy responded: “Well, I think it’s a really good thing you did that!”
What a mensch! And he’s only 11!
I vote for sleep.