Monday, July 28, 2008

Chore Avoidance

As I sit at the computer, I am being watched. My every movement is tracked. The watcher is waiting for any indication that I will propel myself from the chair and go farther than the kitchen for another cup of coffee. I act as if I am unaware that someone needs something from me. I act as if I have all the time in the world to do nothing.

She is near the breaking point, poor Mutton-head. She moans every time I rise from the chair, ever hopeful that the next leap up will be the leap out of the house. [Any Quantum Leap fans out there catch that reference?]

But I am a tease. I enjoy making a sudden movement just to get a rise out of her. Poor maligned creature. If I can do this to a defenseless dog, imagine what I put my children through.


I mentioned to Eldest the other night that I had a fairly wide open day Friday. Writer that he is, he wondered if I would perhaps like a wri...