Stuffed Snooze

As we adults tackle our post-overindulgence dieting resolutions, Cormac simply collapses in defeat over the gastronomical indiscretions of the holidays.*

 

Exhausted by the excess…

 

I know.  I know.  You’re HUNGRY right now.  That Lean Cuisine felt like an appetizer.  The carrots are boring without dip.  Well…think about the red button your jeans are leaving on your stomach (am I revealing too much about myself?) and when that fails to motivate you, remember feeling like this.

 

Say goodbye to the gluttony.

Just looking out for you, folks.  Now wake up and get to the gym.

*There is a small chance this exhaustion was caused by too much harmonica practice.  I subscribe to the Tiger Mom method.

 

Slick Road Conditions

CAUTION!  Wooden floors freeze before other areas of the house (like carpet).

Keep it moving, folks...

Babies and vehicles should proceed with caution.  No rubbernecking, please.

 

Firm Bed Better For Back

I realize I’m bending the rules a little here, showing an evening sleep event (I’ve done this only once before) and I can’t say for sure whether this particular bedtime location change occurred while William was awake or asleep.  Those of you who “know” him will agree that either scenario is possible.

Likes roughing it.

When I was little, I remember occasionally falling out of my bed and screaming bloody murder for my Mom to come get me, because I was afraid of being snatched by underbed monsters.  William clearly has no such fear (possibly because there is no space under his bed, I suppose).  We actually opted to leave him on the floor all night, rather than waking him and disturbing his delicious repose.

Doesn’t he look snuggly?  I think, though, that his puppies are cold.

Happy Friday!  May you all wake up in your beds tomorrow.

It’s Not Like Cormac’s “The Smart One”

After posting such an elevated nap yesterday, I came across this one (featuring our old pal, William) that showed he is equally capable of highbrow snoozing.  As you can see, he is also a “Thinker.”

Hey, I have thoughts, too...

I had taken a picture of this thoughtful repose and felt it was the best I’d get that day.  But then (as sometimes is the serendipitous event) I found him like this:

Feeling inexplicably distressed...

I have felt similar disquiet upon slowly waking to find my cat’s backside in my face.  William needs to have a heart-to-heart (other end, William) with this puppy about couch-sharing etiquette.

I suspect he has a lot of deep thoughts on the matter.

Maybe he’ll write a book about it and pay for his own college.  If he can stay awake.