I've been meaning to start blogging again, especially after my accident. I still plan to do a post summarizing life on crutches, just not tonight. I have Christmas gifts to finish. Ok, I have gifts to start and then finish.
Following are things I've said that I never thought I'd be saying, and whom to. Please remember that the principal players are my son Nathan, and my cats Jack, Tripper, and Indiana.
- Jack, please don't eat the napkin.
- Jack, don't eat the paper towels.
- Ok, who knocked all of the pens off the table and hid them under the stove?
- Indiana, please don't lick the light bulb.
- Tripper, why did you shut off the bathroom light? While I'm sitting on the toilet. Now in the dark.
- Indiana, you're going to fall on your head.
- Jack, stop stealing the straws from my glass.
- Nathan, why did you draw on the wood floor in your bedroom?
- Tripper, dammit, now I know why you were named Tripper! Stop running between my legs!
- Indiana, please don't lick the blanket.
- Tripper, please stop drooling on my suede shoe.
- Jack, you cannot sleep on my face, I don't care how loving you are.
- Nathan, please don't wear my boot socks. Yes, I know they were in your drawer - that's because you sorted the laundry!
- Jack, please stop licking my hair. I already showered.
- Tripper, get out of the sink.
- Indiana, stop sharpening your claws on my pants - while I'm wearing them!
- Nathan, why did you draw on your bedroom wall? Oh, because I said don't draw on the floor. Makes sense.
- Jack, please stop eating the tissue.
Following are things I've said that I never thought I'd be saying, and whom to. Please remember that the principal players are my son Nathan, and my cats Jack, Tripper, and Indiana.
