Love those Monday holidays. On Sunday nights though, I usually pack “way too much” enthusiasm into them. I try to stay up much later than normal, consume more junk food than I should as I flip channels and curse the television networks for putting absolutely NOTHING worthwhile on TV. I mean “come-on”, with most of America wanting to watch something, can’t they “spring” for something new once and a while? Anyway….
Whenever I do decide to give it all up and crawl to my bed; tired, bloated with 5 additional pounds of sugar in my system – I am guaranteed to dream of something crazy…. Sunday night was no exception. And so….
What if – this year –
a little birdie told him THIS could be his future –
Once Leo convinced Harley that this was possible
Harley took a nap with his bedtime confidant “Mr. Fluffy”
And began to think “I could do this!”
“But first I’ll need a platform…”
NO MORE BATHS
NOTHING BUT FUN ALL DAY LONG!
FOOD WHENEVER WE WANT IT!
He began to ponder…
I’VE GOT SECURITY
AND FOR MY HUMAN VOTES, I CAN WHIP OUT MY ADORABLE SMILE…..