Andy was away in Mississippi for a week on business, so the kids automatically claimed his empty side of the bed. Usually Regina is banished from our bed because she sleeps like a starfish. Philip is usually discouraged from joining us because he likes to push his head into someone's kidneys, or spends the whole night glommed up against somebody so tight we can't move.
The second morning I went downstairs at 6 am to load up the wood stove, and five minutes later when I wanted to go back to my warm bed, this is what I found.
|No room at the inn. Tough luck, Mom. (This is a king sized bed, people.)|
|I'm going to get something else to cover that air conditioner. Eventually.|