Someone's Trying to Tell Me Something...

 To be specific, I am being bombarded with suggestions from all sides! 

This morning I was missing one sock with a hole in the bottom..

I went to look for it and this is what I saw...

It's hard to see, but Reggie is wrapped up in that sock. 

The Terrible Two went so far as to cut off the part with the hole.  They tied the bottom of the sock together with a piece of the yarn...

Then somehow, they wrestled Reggie into the home made sleeping bag.

 I let them get him upstairs in the townhouse.  They plopped him on the floor of the bedroom.  He didn't move much.  I suspect a sleeping potion.

I was not in the mood for an argument, so I let them get away.

Meanwhile, Walter and I went to pick up his car from being worked on.

On the way back he stopped for Chinese food for lunch...

My fortune cookie was another hint!  I have to get back to work.  It's getting pretty bad when the guy that writes the messages in the fortune cookies starts nagging me.

Until I get the house moved, I am going to go to work on some furniture.

Somewhere along the line, Sir Reggie woke up and immediately started searching for the perfect bed for his new home.

Before I could stop him, he had about a quarter of my furniture books scattered around on the bed. He finally asked me for help... I suspect that he blackmailed Tessie into zapping them into the bedroom.  There's no way that he could have carried them all in there without a heart attack. 

Kota slept through the whole thing! 

I did notice that Reggie also dragged out one of my quad rule planning pads.  He means business this time...

I have to stop writing now and go start drawing plans for a bed as soon as he decides which one he likes best. 

Back to the drawing board.  See you tomorrow.