Ouch

I don't know which American made the decision that we as a country weren't going to engage in the merciful practice of "afternoon siesta," but I hope he died a painful death. I wager that its absence accounts for half of all the ills of our society. Just give the people a nap, I say!

I, on the other hand, just woke up from one of those midafternoon indulgences, and it makes all the difference in my attitude. I put the Angel Pie in his crib, kicking and screaming, as is his daily ritual, and he was down for the count in about 0.2 seconds. Then I wrapped myself in down ( I find no shame in being 30 and still having my own "blankie"), and when I woke up two hours later, I was surrounded on each side by the two sneaky dogs that managed to both jump up there without me waking up. (This is no ordinary feat, considering they're as big as ponies.) But they've perfected the art in order to protect their own interests.


Now...food, tea, and The Incredibles...I totally relate to the movie.