Busted

So, MO came over early yesterday morning at about 9:30 and I didn't even hear here come in. Apparently she looked downstairs, looked outside in the back yard, and was getting concerned that I was missing before I woke up and ran downstairs to greet her. I thought I had everyone fooled in believing that I pined away at the door waiting on people to return. The real truth is that I go back upstairs and cuddle in the 11 different pillows on the bed and take a nap. I don't know if I can make up for letting out this knowledge. I am still working the sad look out the windows when they back out of the driveway and it does still seem effective. Standing there with Jeff E. in my mouth the other day was particularly effective.