Since when is my arm the new sofa?
I woke up this morning after dreaming I was pinned down by a steel beam.
Needless to say I was Wally’s new resting post.
No matter to him that I was laying on my side and he had to balance on the top of my arm. Or that I kept trying to turn over and he had to jiggle his position accordingly.
No matter that I was paralyzed by his middle-aged weight and had no use in my arm for ten minutes after I got up.
At least he loves me.
What more can a gal want.