I’ve found out that my pet’s believe I’m their very own pet bed.
As soon as I get comfortable, if I’m on the couch, or in the bed, it doesn’t matter. If I curl up, Max (the huge cat with many toes), and Sandy (the lovable old dog) will soon be climbing on top of me to find a comfy bed of their own. It’s really very sweet. Until, I need to go to the bathroom in a hurry and I’m weighed down by about 40 pounds of animals! : )
Something very odd happened yesterday.
I was in my husband’s office upstairs, I was standing beside his desk talking to him and had my hand on his desk to keep my balance. I started to turn and my body decided it was just going to keep going backwards. Stuart quickly reached out and grabbed me before I hit the floor, and I ended up in his lap. (where I had intended to go in the first place.) But for some reason I just busted out laughing. I thought this was just so funny. The sensation of me falling backwards for no real reason, other than my screwy balance, just made me laugh and laugh.
Either I’m going crazy, or I’m taking things much lighter than I used to. Of course, if I had hit the floor I probably wouldn’t have thought it was nearly as funny.