weaselmom | I guess I can always sleep when I'm dead.

Ye gods and little fishes, I'm tired. I'm going to sleep sometime in the next hour, and woe betide he who waketh me before 3 a.m. I learned a life lesson: If God had wanted us to eat chicken parmesan pasta for breakfast at 4 a.m., He wouldn't have invented waffles. On the plus side, pie is just as tasty for breakfast as it is at any other time of day.

So next time 4 a.m. rolls around, I get to put K & C on a plane to Nyarlins. I've warned them about the snakes, and now it's out of my hands. I will miss them dreadfully, but happily, they're leaving me the keys to their fabulous urban apartment. Sadly, it comes with cats and over-zealous meter maids.