And The Monkey gets to watch his favorite sport like this.
So much for Pop Pop's grand plans of a Saturday Afternoon Baseball Nap
(aka SABN around these parts).
That is what happens when you can't sleep past dawn
and end up conked out of the couch, head thrown back, mouth wide open, snoring and
scaring the women and horses.
It usually happens right after lunch.
Or right before.
Not with my children and my dog around. Nope, nothing is sacred.