How's that for a catchy title? I'm so tired I can't think straight. I'm snapping at DH and Peaches for yowling for real fish when all he got was cat food (Peaches not DH). I'd be snapping at Angel but she was smart enough to stay out of sight today. After five days of us (DH and I not Angel and I) sleeping in separate rooms so I could catch up on some lost sleep DH has rejoined me in the master bedroom which means the window is open all night and I'm again serenaded by his snores and the pack of dogs next door. It doesn't help that I'm going in for minor surgery first thing Friday morning. There was one bright spot to my day this afternoon. After glancing out my window and seeing the dog pack's mommy snoozing on their garden swing I decided the garbage can and recycling box just had to be dragged, in two separate trips, banging them on everything within my reach, up the driveway and into the garage with much door slamming. It did my heart good to hear her up and attem almost immediately.