Selby: What’s wrong Mama?
Me: I can’t seem to shake this artist’s block. I want to draw more cartoons, but I can’t seem to finish anything.
Emerson: Ugh, I know just what you mean. Sometimes I really want to scratch an itch but I just can’t reach it.
Me: Um, yeah – sort of like that. My friend Cherish put this drawing on Facebook today to encourage me:
Amanda: Well, I guess I better head out now. I have to work early tomorrow.
Me: Okay. Thanks for visiting!
Emerson & Selby: Ooo, you’re jingling keys. Keys mean The Car! Are we going somewhere? Let’s go let’s go LETSGO!
Emerson: Someone’s at the door! WOOFWOOF. WOOF.
Me: It’s my friend Amanda. Hi Amanda!
Selby: I remember Amanda! I like you Amanda! I WANT TO JUMP UP AND LICK YOUR FACE! But I’m not supposed to… Continue reading →
Me: *still wearing my coat after coming home from work* Hello, Sir Oliver! Good to see you.
Sir Oliver: Yes yes, hello etc. You humans always have to waste time with pleasantries don’t you?
Me: *watching The Muppet Show with the kids.*
Sir Oliver: =o.o=
Me: Can I help you with something?
Sir Oliver: Your sweater.
Me: Okay self, we have lots to do tonight. Laundry to wash, sort, and put away. Gifts to wrap. Kids to keep on task.
Myself: But I don’t want to do those things. I want to go to bed.
Bed: Yes, come to me. I am warm and cozy.
Sir Oliver: I believe it is time for me to lounge here on the bed.
Lord Dormir: Pardon me, you appear to need some grooming.
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Me: *eating dinner*
Me: What was that for?
Emerson: I don’t….. um… I’m not really sure. But there must have been a really good reason. I better go patrol the kitchen. You know, just to make sure. WOOF!
Me: *shaking my head*
Emerson: Don’t worry, everything’s fine now.
Me: Wasn’t everything fine before?
Emerson: Yes. And it’s still fine. Thanks to me.
Emerson: You’re welcome.
Emerson: Whatever. You can thank me later.
Emerson: I would like to be in a kennel now. I will use this one because those big kennels over there are closed.
Son: Emerson, that kennel is WAY too small for you. It’s meant for a medium sized dog like a beagle or something.
Emerson: That’s sizeist. I should be able to go into whatever kennel I want. OOF *squishsqueezewiggle* OOF.
Son: MAMA! You have to come see this!
Kennel: I don’t know if my bolts are strong enough to hold me together right now. *Emerson fur sticking out through every hole and seam*
Me: *runs* OMG I need to take a picture of this.
Cameraphone: HAHAHA I WILL FOIL YOUR PLANS BY CRASHING RIGHT NOW!
Me: *grumblegrumble* Diane, come quick and bring your cameraphone!
Diane: *takes picture*