|Oliver, still looking a bit peaked from his flu|
Oliver woke up again this morning at about 5:00 am, hacking away. To his credit, though, he didn't wake his brother by turning on the light and instead used his flashlight and made his way to the living room where he turned on Duck Dynasty. I went back to bed and dreamed the craziest dreams that I won't go into here, but suffice it to say they included ex-husbands, dogs replacing babies, crevices in the hallway, and bank robbery. Oliver told me that at some point mid-Duck Dynasty, he came to my room and peered in at me, wondering if he should wake me up again. He told me this while I was toasting his English muffin and thanking him for being so less dramatic than he'd been the night before.
I was gonna wake you up and cuddle with you but from the doorway you looked sort of like a gorilla in bed.
Reader, the vanity is slipping away from me, at least the last remnants of it.