Riley and Avery

It's 5:30 and His Majesty is still sleeping. He got up to eat and take his meds and went back to bed. I've been cleaning and I have half a mind to throw out all his stuff that is not in its proper place. I OWN NOTHING! And yet I clean up everyone else's junk! I even went out and shoveled the walk with a little 47 cent dust pan from Walmart. Thank goodness no one saw me. I probably looked like a red-neck retard in my pajama bottoms and Rudi's coat shoveling with a dust pan. I thought shoveling snow was supposed to be a man's job. Guess I was wrong. Riley just woke up from a nap and Avery just went down. I never get a break. I was dismayed to find that the neighbors shoveled their driveway. I had planned to push the snow off my car onto their side, but I suppose now that would be rude. Poo. It was probably a rude thought to begin with. Poo. And to think I eagerly anticipated Thursday so that I could go to the tattoo shop, but now I can't. Poo. Yes, I do realize that this is my second post today, but I'm snowed in and what else am I supposed to do? If His Royal Highness expects dinner when he finally gets up I'll smack him over the head with a pan.