If it's wrong, I don't wanna be right...sort of

If being in my pajamas at 6:30 tonight is wrong...well, then, I don't wanna be right.  OK, so I'd rather not be right, but you see, when you tell your family that the cat is absolutely NOT allowed to sleep over night inside the house any more because I'm his favorite nighttime party buddy, and one of the family members apparently doesn't get the memo, and Pug, our cat, decides that 3:30 A.M. is the perfect time to make biscuits on my chest and head bang my forehead totally waking me up for the day [deep breath, too long of a sentence], well, by 6:30 P.M. it takes all my remaining energy to P.J. up and type these one-hundred-twenty-three words.  :-)  Kali out.

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