Ramona, post-bath, hair in a towel, playing on the machine I love to an embarrassing degree (and now you know the answer to the question, To PC or to Mac? We are living happily ever after.)
Betsy (aka, Patience of a Saint) after allowing Ramona to style her hair:
Anne-with-an-e, yesterday morning, when prodded to move faster: "I'm moving as fast as my pre-10:00 haze will allow."
I'm afraid I don't have a picture of Anne in her haze, but since cats exist in a haze most of the time, I'll include Mr. Putter here, chin lazily perched on an aptly named coloring book: