No, instead I was extremely cranky and not nice at all.

Why?

Well, maybe because The Curmudgeon woke me, less than an hour after I went to sleep, to tell me he couldn’t move, had to pee, and needed my help.(I am NOT a nurse and never once ever had a single glimmer of desire to be one.)

I am not a pleasant person when I have less than an hour of sleep.

When I wake suddenly and go directly into a state of panic, I am not a pleasant person.

So when you block my driveway and I ask you nicely to move your vehicle and please tell your guests not to block my driveway. Yet, they go ahead and block it anyway. Yep, you got it. I AM NOT A PLEASANT PERSON!

I WILL bring Gavin out and let him pee on your front steps, sidewalk, and on the offending car’s tires. (Be glad I didn’t let him run inside your house as he wanted to do–leaving the front door wide open was an invitation to him.)

I will peez wherever da Momma tells me to pee. I luvz to pee!