The Funniest 24 Hours

I finally crawled into bed last night around 1 am. I hear the usual noises: Max snoring, Sprocket humming in his sleep, and Phradie sneaking in the room. A few minutes later, I hear what sounds like Phradie jumping from the dresser to the floor, but quieter. I think nothing of it and go back to sleep. I then wake up to something crawling over my legs. I quickly start to think to myself; I never felt Phradie jump onto the bed. What the hell is crawling on my legs? My first thoughts go to Kiki, Michaela's hamster. She escaped while we were out of town. I then fearlessly scoop up the furry object into my hands and yell at Max, " I think I have Kiki!" Remember, the room is pitch black; I think I have Kiki. Max is not fully aware of what is going on, so I continue to talk to myself. "Let me turn on the light and make sure it is Kiki.....Yes, it is Kiki!" As I was putting her back in her cage, I started to wonder what might have happened if it wasn't Kiki. YUCK, EEWW!

The morning continued with more drama. Phradie puked a hairball on the carpet and Max stepped in it barefoot. He was also nice enough to clean it because I was half asleep. Now that I think about it, I could have sworn I heard her puke up last night.

At work, I learned that I had to decorate the store; give it an Easter feel. While I attacked the store with drawings of bunnies, and putting out baskets with eggs and goodies; I was attacked by balloons. After I took all eight balloons off, I swear I could still feel them on my head.

Now tonight, thanks to Kristi, I am up filling out an NCAA basketball bracket thingy. She swears it's good fun, so I'm going for it. But my special needs cat Phradie won't let me fill it out until I give her 60 minutes of lovin's.