Did this cause them to skip a beat? Only one. They then proceeded, at 9am, to scream with laughter while more and more of their friends arrived on the scene causing me to wonder aloud, 'Are these people mental in the head?' And yes I did scream it out loud from my bed.
As I laid there in my once peaceful haven trying to keep from lighting on fire due to spontaneous combustion it hit me: It's a Garfield vs. Odie world and I'm in the presence of a bunch of frickin' Odies. They, in fact, own an Odie and that in and of itself should have told me what I was up against.
The Odies of the world are annoying barkers. Bright-eyed and bushy-tailed from sun up 'til sun down, they are oblivious to others even though they bloody well know what's going on. They bound around, feigning clueless to use it to their advantage, thinking everyone is on their insane planet of frenetic energy. Due to the sheeple of the world they are usually hailed as wonderful when, in fact, they are nothing more than quintessential butt kissers. In true Garfield form I would like to swipe these types from my table, relegating them to the backyard...of a neighboring city. That I would never visit.
I am a Garfield: I want peace, quiet, lasagna, death to Mondays, long naps on Saturdays (and all days schedule permitting). A realist (Odies call it a pessimist, but FYI reality is what it actually is), a thinker, an easer into each day, a gazer out the window of life, spurring into action only when action is called for (intentional living). I will not scream on your Saturday mornings, stomp up and down the steps outside your window, let my cats barf on your front porch (even if Odies live there), hammer pictures into the wall at 10:30pm, open and close the garage door 18x at 6am, assume your living space as my own, or smoke 14000 cigarettes every morning in the bedroom below yours. I just won't. Because I'm Garfield. And all I want is serenity and a snack.
Rant over and out.