I was sleeping on the sofa last night(I'm an insominac and probably every other day end up falling asleep on the sofa) and the alarm went off at 20 minutes to 8. I was too tired to move so I laid there for 5 minutes. Then comes Scout walking across the coffee table and on to the sofa. He's purring and rubbing up against me for pets. So instead getting up when I was suppossed to in order to have enough time to feed everyone and dress myself, I stayed on the sofa with Scout and said oh well, it's Friday I'll be late!

Anyone else ever go in late to work becuase you were playing with your fuzzies?