Just Trying to Sleep...

My dear sister, Caroline the Crazy, while normally delightful to have around (she likes to play with me WAY more than The Queen does) is sometimes her own variety of a royal pain. Case in point: when I am trying to achieve my Sunday afternoon handsome sleep with Pa. There I was, all snuggled up on my favorite cushy throw behind Pa on the overstuffed chair, snoozing contentedly away, when who do you suppose bounds up onto the chair with the vigor of a puppy on caffeine pills? You got it. HER. Here's how it went down:

Me. Happy. Snoozing. Peaceful.

Caroline wakes me up with a smooch and wants me to come play.

When I tell her I don't want to play, she decides to give me a bath.

...and clean out my ears. Still no sleeping going on here...

FINALLY I convince her to chillax and she lays down...

...and she eventually starts to drift away to sleep...

Calm is restored, and I'm back to my Sunday afternoon handsome sleep.