Myrtle thinks everything she does should involve me. She carries food with her, gets on the back of my recliner and crumbs into my hair.
It is 6 pm. I already told my babies "nite nite" like Rambo says. Myrtle is on my shoulder watching me type (I put her to bed twice) and I can hear Rambo in a dark room and eating. I did not have this much trouble putting my kids to bed.





