Friday, August 24, 2012

Ginger on Thursday Night

The only thing Ginger was thinking late on Thursday night was T.G.I.F.
 
She is beat.  Whipped.  Worn out.  Tired.
Her exhausting week consisted of the following activities:
sleeping on the couch in the family room
sleeping on the couch in the living room
sleeping on her brown bed
sleeping on her gold bed
sleeping on her red bed
sleeping on her other red bed
sleeping on her black and white bed
sleeping on her pink bed
sleeping on the floor next to her pink bed and using her pink bed as a pillow
sleeping on the ottoman
sleeping on the big chair
sleeping in front of the big TV
sleeping on the floor in Spencer's room
sleeping under the kitchen table
sleeping under the desk
sleeping on the concrete in the back yard
sleeping on the guest bed
sleeping on the floor by the front door
and going to get the mail. Once.
There was also that storm on Tuesday night that caused her to tremble.
Ginger was so tired by Thursday night that she couldn't even be bothered to lay under the chair while Elliott ate in hopes of snacking on a cheerio or two.
Ginger was so tired by Thursday night that she could only open 1 eye when the flash disturbed her.  Opening both eyes at the same time would have required far too much muscle activity.
Ginger was so tired by Thursday night that her eye was closed again and she was in delta sleep within .14 (that's *point* one four, not fourteen ) seconds of the previous picture.
Ginger was so tired by Thursday night that she didn't even run away in disgust when Spencer sat down next to her. 
Not even when he put his hands on her.
Ginger was so tired by Thursday night that not even crushed and broken ankle bones could cause her to activate muscle spindles that would allow her to stretch out.
 
Ginger has big plans for the weekend.  They involve snoozing, napping, dozing, slumbering, dreaming, getting some shuteye, resting, relaxing and eating some cheerios off of the floor.  And maybe walking to get the mail.  Maybe.

3 comments:

Sherry said...

Awww, don't you pick on that baby! How old is Ginger now? My little poodle (the one on the sidebar) was old and tired and lazy in his later years, but he was still my baby! :-)

Oh and have I mentioned we also have similar decorating taste. My couches are that exact color, and the pillows and accents are warm, earthy tones of deep burgundy and some green. Ha! I'd actually love to change it out one of these days as we've had it for a while, but the stuff is just so "kid friendly" and durable. :-)

Elisa said...

This post made me giggle. Ginger has a rough life ;)

Cat said...

I could go for a Ginger like day.