Frankincense & Lavender

So Sandy slept in…

Like all the way in.

So far in, that the only reason she woke up at all around nine-thirty am was because Minnie decided to wake up and literally walk on Sandy’s chest, sit down then proceed to lick Sandy in the face.

Of course, Sandy was shocked, and a little appalled and disgusted by Minnie’s wet little tongue all over her face because she it wrinkled up in a frown before she blew a puff of air out of her mouth. Which good, bad or indifferent, made Minnie lick her face more.

“Ewwwwe Minnie MinPin’s got dirty doggie breath!, Sandy playfully whined. “Hold on there now, lemme get chur leash.”

Minnie went back to Sandy’s pillow and curled upon it to patiently wait for her. Sandy also thought it was to ensure that Sandy didn’t lay back down and accidentally fall back to sleep. That happened a time or two before and poor Minnie almost did a forward roll by the time she finally squatted to do her business. So Sandy frantically scurried about. She put on a pair of light, comfy, sweatpants with pockets just big enough to stash plastic bags into for when Minnie did her more solid business. She then grabbed the leash, hooked it to Minnie’s collar and opened her bungalow door and left it slightly ajar to “let nature in”.

This was something Sandy usually did while she brewed her coffee in the morning.But because she slept so hard, and so late, poor Minnie’s morning business was becoming more urgent by the second, Sandy’s coffee would have to wait.

It would have to wait along with all of them other things Sandy planned on doin that morning. She was finally gonna cut the tags off of that new t-shirt dress she bought and head to the market to grab fresh fruit to bring over to Cedric’s for breakfast. Of course, she realized it was Cedric who invited her over, but she was taught when invited to someone’s home it was considered polite to bring something.

Most people typically brought wine, dessert, or a suitable after dinner cocktail, but Cedric didn’t invite her over for dinner.She was invited over for breakfast!

And shockingly, enough although the first meal of the day was always her favorite, Sandy could not recall a time a man called her up and asked her out for waffles.

And she can honestly say at that moment, even though she was invited to Cedric’s and she thought she really wanted to go…

…all of a sudden she didn’t trust the impression she was giving.

Because she wasn’t asked. She was told. And of course it wasn’t an order barked at her that she felt obliged to complete…

…it was a lighthearted apologetic suggestion for keeping her up so late. But Sandy was skeptical nonetheless, and after finally opening her bungalow door wide enough for Minnie to nudge and wiggle through, Sandy grabbed her keys and took Minnie out for her morning walk. But this time she was anxious and honestly worried. Not about Minnie Minpin, no. Minnie was fine. Sandy was actually internally freaking out because she ain’t even brush her teeth or run a comb through her hair. Typically that wouldn’t bother her, but for whatever reason, Sandy had a habit of bumping into tall, dark, and handsome men in the woods and she didn’t want to singe his beard off with salutations from the bog of eternal stench.

*** Folgers Dark Silk with Hazelnut Syrup & Creamer with an Espresso Sativa 🍬 chased by a Clementine 🌱💨