During my morning walkabout yesterday, there was much chittering and whirring of wings as the breakfast crowd arrived and tried to get a quick slurp to start the day. King Tut fended them off and then sat in solitary splendor with a smirk of satisfaction (I swear!).
On a throne of a different sort, when I got up today it was fortunate that I turned on the bathroom light as I entered because Frank had raced ahead of me and was head down in the toilet, getting a drink. There could have been disastrous results in the end (my end) had I not been patient.
It's only in my own mind that I am queen of this castle.
1 comment:
Your castle and queendom look lovely...even if those holding the hoops thru which you are jumping, have 4 legs or feathers.
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