The other night (really pretty much every night - but this one night in particular) I was sooooooooooo so so so so tired . . . and so after letting the dog out and then back in and dealing with the feeding of the cats - I crawled - or maybe slunk - but definitely didn’t scamper into bed.

Clink to sleep I went. [The "clink" coming from a penny falling out of my change cup - which I usually clutch close to my heart before I go to bed each night . . . and yes - of course I have a "change cup" - who are you to judge anyway?! And besides . . . what do you keep your pennies in anyway??]

So - the dog was to the right of me - which is fine because he sleeps the good sleep of a feather in the snow. And just at that moment - that integral moment where you are on the precipice of a wonderful night of sleep - where your breathing has leveled out and the busy thoughts of the day have slipped to the back of the back(er)most parts of your brain . . . My cat - Spot Elliot lunges into bed (for the uninitiated - he is a 22 pound cat - a big big large cat that makes the entire bed move when he hops in) - but you get used to that - the whole seismic activity minor earthquake thing . . . then he sits there (kind of like a bear - sitting there on his butt) and makes sure that I am indeed about to fall asleep - and then it starts . . . the thing that I will never be able to get used to . . .

Lick - lick - lick - lick - lick - taking a bath - lick - lick - lick - lick - lick - lick - lick - lick - lick - lick - lick - lick - lick - lick - making the grossest of noises - lick - lick - lick - lick - am I driving you crazy yet? - lick - lick - lick - lick - lick - lick - the whole stupid bed is moving because I am so fat - lick - lick - lick - lick - lick - lick - lick - lick. And then I snapped - and the cat was unceremoniously booted from the bed.

Oh - but of course it doesn’t quite end there - because two more times he jumped back into bed to resume the bath . . . only to find himself on the floor after a quick firm push from my foot. And jeez-o-peet - don’t let me leave out the cute fact that every time that the cat was kicked out of bed - the dog would freak out and jump over me to see where Elliot was running off to . . . utter bedlam . . . utter lack of sleep bedlam . . .

Well . . . I would wager a bet that you probably don’t know anywhere near enough about Gubstuff . . . so here is a quick quick tip-off to get you more into the “I know plenty about Gubstuff” mode.

Gubstuff is great stuff that is made by my great pal Angela. She makes bags and pillows and purses and art and stuff - and to the best of my knowledge - all of it is great. She just got a new website - so you should 100% be clicking your way over there to see what is up in the world so that the next time somebody stops you on the street and asks what you know about Gubstuff . . . you can quickly answer back something to the effect of “Plenty more than you buster . . . now why don’t you make like a tree and leaf . . . you’re blocking my sun . . . so scoot already!” - or something like that . . . go go look look.

Some little birds have floated into the house to let me know that on some computers (like any computer that looks at this here internet on a pc using Internet Explorer - which is maybe a bunch more computers than you can shake a stick at) - are getting a ton of white space up there - right above this post (at least for right now - since this should be the topmost post) . . . Well - I don’t want all of that space - and so come hook or crook - rain or shine - I will figure out how to get rid of that there white space.

And that is all that I have got for this second . . .