(no subject)
Ugh. Sleep? I don't need no freekin sleep. Hey, have you ever wondered if it is a coincidence that sleep and sheep are just one letter off? And though going to sleep is one thing, the concept of going to sheep is a bit, well, weird. Weird, by the way, is a word. It has its roots in another word, which I'm told is the same root as the onion, which we didn't have a whole lot of when I was a kid, just like peanut butter, which would have killed my mother, but not the onions, which we just didn't have a whole lot of. We did, however, have a goat that I feed peanut butter and onions to one day. Boy howdey is that not a good idea. You'll never get the stains off the celing, especially when the dog is involved. And that's why we didn't have sheep. But sheep, would have been nice. Their soft and fuzzy, like my cat, whom I want to snuggle with, and my Meredith, who is soft but not fuzzy, whom I want to snuggle with.