I'm a little miffed right now. Apparently everyone but my Dad knows that a real Princess needs her beauty rest. First, Mommy and Daddy have been home almost all weekend due to a "storm". This means, I need to follow them at all times to ensure that they aren't eating treats without me. Hence, I got a little less than my normal eighteen hours of sleep on Saturday. By today, I was ready to curl up on the sofa and snooze the day away - treats or no treats. My Dad obviously didn't get the memo that the family room was my zone for the day. As in keep out Dad.
Not only do you put a huge wrench in my Saturday napping plans but now you're going to destroy Sunday too? I shake my head in wonder.
Apparently this Sunday and every Sunday through winter is game day. The TV is blaring, I'm forced to wear my team jersey shirt, and sleep is out of the question. If the game is on, the house is loud. There is a lot of screaming and "coaching" although the mini-people on the TV never seem to hear him. I glared at him multiple times but to no avail. It's been at least two hours and I'm getting lightheaded from sleep deprivation. Someone call PETA. This animal cruelty needs to stop.
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