The Cliffs of Insanity (
tinhuvielartanis) wrote2008-07-30 02:38 pm
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Home!
After a very long day at work, I finally made it home. Sitting underneath the contorted filbert was my Smidgen, looking all self-satisfied with her lush fur fanning out in a bib of perfection.

It's so good to be home. I was out of my uniform and in a night shirt five minutes after walking through the front door. Yippity-skippity-hoo!

It's so good to be home. I was out of my uniform and in a night shirt five minutes after walking through the front door. Yippity-skippity-hoo!
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We enjoy going straight to pjs at our house too. :)
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When will *us* humans be so lucky?
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I pretty much do the "comfy clothes stat!" thing on coming home from work, too. Though in this weather it leaves a bit too much skin exposed to the depredations of the kittens. I love them, but they're monsters of depravity none the less...
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It's a long-running joke around my house how quickly I can shed my work-day attire for my old, ratty, very un-sexy jammies.
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You should set up a journal for Smidge like
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And I agree with the straight to pjs law.
When I get home from work, I have to pick up Snoots, as he demands, and carry him with me into the bedroom so I may change into "play clothes".
Snoots then leads me down to the basement to get fed. It's our nightly ritual.
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