I woke up this morning to the phone and answered it but it kept on ringing. I thought there was definitely something wrong and there was. You do not answer the bottle of water. The bottle of water does not enable you to talk to anyone. The fruit of my loins found this extremely amusing and cackled on and off throughout our entire phone call. You know the call that you actually answer by picking up the hand set.
When I was making breakfast, for the dog, for the cat and for me, I nearly poured the My Dog dry in to my bowl of weetbix.
I refuse to lay the blame at the feet of general aging. I had just woken up and was still in zombie land. There you are that is my excuse. I am not suffering from Oldtimers I am merely a bit sleepy and my brain has not turned on yet.
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