Don't Wake The Poodle

Sometime around 3am this morning, I got up to push over the clothes littering the middle of my floor. In order to do that in the dark, I had to sort of shuffle carefully around so as to not hit the sleeping poodle. I remember thinking to myself the term, "Clothes Poodle Shuffling", or "Poodle Clothes Shuffling", or something to that effect. I distinctly recall saying to myself - "Must blog about this, it's genius." .... Sooo..... I'm either forgetting an all-important part of the situation, or I was just completely wonked-out-exhausted.