Kudos to Metallica – you can actually sleep with one eye open. Who knew? Maybe Craig’s afraid of curly-haired rockers in sleeve-less flannel, or perhaps he never really got over Gremlin’s II: The New Batch, whatever the case, he sleeps with his left eye slightly open, forever canvassing the room for scary monsters and the like (pssst, fret not, Diane went home a few weeks ago...aharharhar). It reminds me of that seen in The Neverending Story where what’s-his-face Atreyu enters the path with all of them lady-folk and their giganto laser eyes. I feel like I’m seconds from being zapped each time I cross his path. And I don't think there's any hope for a rescue. Our 15-lb Yorkie, Herbert, can barely jump up onto a couch ...flying seems a tad premature.
And not to be outdone, dear mother also has a left-eye-half-open problem. First there’s the hemophilia, then the cancer, then the chemo and the Hickman lines, then of course the mutual kidney problems, and now this weird eye thing. Come on guys, this competition has got to stop. I’ve heard of some strange mother-son relationships, but please, I think this is a bit much.
--J
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