Reynaldo is asleep on top of the cable box, which puts him immediately to the right of Greg Maddux, who is pitching against the Brewers.
This means that, this evening at least, there's no yowling, howling, leaping or hanging from the drapes.
By Rey, I mean. I can't imagine Greg Maddux yowling or howling. I have imagined him in some athletically and creatively compromising positions, but never hanging from the drapes, either.
These are the thoughts and observations of me — a woman of a certain age. (Oh, my, God, I'm 65!) I'm single. I'm successful enough (independent, self supporting). I live just outside Chicago, the best city in the world. I'm an aunt and a friend. I feel that voices like mine are rather underrepresented online or in print. So here I am. If my musings resonate with you, please visit my blog again sometime.
Awwww, cute!!
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