Wednesday Weerdness...

Scene: mom's room-6 am...

Zippy, what's she doing?

Nothing Speedy, she's just laying there...

Is she breefing?

Let me check... ::mom: Speedy get off me::

Yeah, she's breefing. And yelling.

She does this effury time...why wood she go to a place dat makes her feel like this? Dang, she'll be out of it fur hours!

What do we do now? Do we hang out and wait fur her to get up, do we walk on her and get her butt outa bed, do we ignore the fakt that she is laying around looking like a puddle of drool...what do we do?

Let's wake her up, we need food. Dad din't even fill the crunchy bowl. Speedy, go wake her up!

Uh uh, not me, she already yelled at me. Yoo want her to get up yoo do it...

Oh for pity's sake...MOM, GET YOOR BUTT OUTA BED AND FEED THE KITTIES! WE'Z STARVING!

Woohoo, foods coming! Her soos sher worked her over this time.

Soos? Sadie, what are yoo talking about?

Dats what she sed yesterday, she said "my soos sher worked me over today".

Oh for the love of...maseuse dingy, not my soos. How did yoo make it to 7 without a brain?

I have a brain yoo little snot, can I help it if she mummbles...

::snarf, gobble, mmmrf:: Yoo gerls gonna fight or eat, cuz if yoor not eating can I haf yoor food?

Hmm, mom looks furry relaxed today and kinda shiny! Oh, she gots a fashul and a scalp massaj and...hung upside down? Well, dats just stoopid. Don't be a pig Speedy! Hey, get out of my dish yoo fat freeeeek....