Our bed sits with my side directly beneath the window. For the most part, I like this arrangement because in the fall and winter months the night breeze comes through the window and blows across my face. The kitties really like sitting in the bedroom window, but to get to it they have to jump on the bed, which can be a little disruptive when we're sleeping. Usually the extent of the disruption comes with tails swishing in my face. A couple nights ago there was a cat fight outside our window, causing our cats to freak out. Wrigley came flying to the window, jumped, on the bed lost his footing and ended up puting two scratches on my face. The next morning I stumbled out of bed and walked in the living room to find Dean watching TV and drinking coffee.
"Nice scratches."
"Ugh. Wrigley."
"Does that mean you have street credit with the other crazy cat ladies?"
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Oh man, I feel dumb, but I don't get it.
street credit
Thanks Nat, I'll try to slip that into a sentence the next time I'm around the younger in-crowd. I'll probably come off like John Cusacks movie-dad in Better Off Dead.
boy scott, i'm magnetbabes MOM and I know what street credit is! (and i live in minnesota)!
*giggles* Ha Ha at Scott!
Somehow I knew I would be in for it!
Sorry Scott! I updated today so hopefully you will no longer be the brunt of ridicule.
I hope you keep visiting!
Thanks, lefty for correcting me. I'll have to tell Dean to shorten it to "cred" the next time he tries to communicate with the kids in our neighborhood.
I didn't make it this far without weathering some ridicule, but thanks for the thought!
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