I haven't been sleeping terribly well. In addition to having allergies (still? in June?) which make me cough all night long, I boo-booed my rotator cuff lifting something about twenty pounds with my right arm fully extended. (Chiropractor: "Have you been lifting something heavy with that arm?" Me: "Nope." Chiropractor: "Putting a heavy bag up onto your shoulder with one arm?" Me: "No." Chiropractor: "Something where you are sort of lifting it like this or turning your shoulder like this while you hold it?" Me: "Oh.")
I got about two hours on Sunday night, and then, with the help of my friend Medicine got about four last night, in one hour intervals (11 to midnight, 2 to 3, 4 to 5, and 7 to 8 sitting up on the couch when I was supposed to be dressing). Needless to say, I am a little sleepy when I first get going. And by "first" I mean, the first sixteen hours of the day.
So, imagine my sleepy surprise when, midway through my exfoliation, I looked down to discover I had a friend in the shower with me. It was this guy.
And he sort of did this.
And then he left when I got out the shampoo. He's clearly not a fan of bamboo and/or lemongrass.
Really, aside from being adorable, the incident was also comforting. I mean, my shower visitor could have been this guy/lady.
And that would have been bad.
The December 2015 Shot - Louis & Tracey
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