Guilty Pleasure

This weekend has been terribly fun. Sam and Mandy have been very playful, and we have enjoyed playing with them. Sam has been in the box playing with Elway. Mandy took pictures, as there were many requests to see them, however, when Sam saw the pictures he vetoed them, and said Mandy could take some more later today. Red Lightening Bug has been very active. I have enjoyed jumping and running after him. He is an allusive littler bugger, and neither Elway nor I have had any success in catching him, but I believe that is what makes it so fun.

This morning, Sam woke up early and dressed leaving Mandy in bed. He slipped out of the bedroom, and although Mandy said good-bye to him, she did not budge. I stayed with Mandy hoping to calm her when she woke up and Sam was gone. I knew she would be upset. However, the silly girl did not move. She slept the whole time he was gone. When he returned, he woke her up to breakfast in bed! Mandy said she was terribly spoiled, and they watched TV and ate breakfast in bed. It was not anything I cared to partake in, no eggs or bacon, so I stood guard at the door and Elway sat at their feet. When they finally got out of bed, they fed us breakfast.

I have a small confession to make. I love music--that is no surprise to anyway who knows me. I love beautiful music, like classical, opera, sacred, or Broadway music that tells a story. However, I have found something else I enjoy. It all started last Sunday when Sam and Mandy were watching the Sunday Morning News while they dressed for church. There was a story about a music group and I was thoroughly enjoying watching the story about this band called Journey. They have a fascinating story and I quickly fell in love with this band. However Mandy turned the TV off in the middle of the story. I yelled at her and she quickly took me into the other room, so I could finish watching the story about this music group. Then everyday this week, there has been an advertisement on the morning news that this group was going to perform on Friday. Mandy and Sam never watch the Friday performance on the news, but I begged Mandy all week long to let me watch this concert. So when Friday showed up, I came running into watch the news. As soon as the band was introduced I jumped down to the ground and started singing their most beloved song--“Don’t Stop Believing!” I sang loud enough that even Sam heard me in the other room. But I did not care. I sang loudly and unabashedly. When Journey finished their performance, Mandy called Mom with Cool Toys on the phone, and I sang for her too! Now, as I said before I do not normally indulge in such music, but this group just might be my guilty pleasure.

Well, it is well past time to start the day, and I need to encourage Sam and Mandy to get a move on it.
Peyton