Indecision 09

I've been going through something; I can't seem to make up my mind.

Do I want to play? Do I want to 'nuggle? Do I want to go for a walk? No, I definitely want to Play... I mean 'nuggle....

All in the matter of a 5-minute span of time.

Mom thinks I am nuts.

But I think it might be hormones racing through my system.

And she keeps checking my boobs. I mean - hands off, lady! What is UP with that? I am afraid she is going to get out a ruler in another minute or so....

The other day I even had to suffer through a temp check. Hello! That was a bit uncomfortable, but being the lady that I am, I grinned and bore it. The thermometer read 100.3 -- which is what my momma siren was at during her pregnancy.

Mom says all of these things - the poking, prodding, the indecision - are all a part of the miracle of life, and that I'll be experiencing a whole bunch of OTHER sensations and examinations if the UMA really is under way....

well, back to sleep -- yawwwwwwnnnn.... it's tough being an urban mutt.