(circa 11 AM) Me and my Biggest Fan riding around again this morning!
A big
shout-out to Miss Linda for the advice to strap him into the
seat-belt this time. I'm usually pretty good at coming up with ideas
on my own. I had to reach over and set him back on the passenger
seat so many times over the last 48 that I was considering leaving
him at home next time.
The
seat-belt really turned a chore into a breeze (unintentional pun that
I'm choosing to leave in here) (because I can, that's why). However,
it was MUCH hotter once I got out of Wall Store, and, of course, I
TOTALLY forgot to take my top off before driving (don't worry, I had
a swimsuit top on, just like when I was 18 and my Burgundy Oldsmobile
didn't have air conditioning except in the winter), so I was in NO
MOOD to be inundated with demands for my attention as soon as I
walked through the front door. What with Jagger's incessant,
narcissistic whining and Scooter's legitimate plight of needing to
pee RIGHT NOW, I had to put my own needs on hold for a while. After
I petted him and fed him, I had to lock Jagger up in Saren's room
again because YESTERDAY he was so much underfoot while I was TRYING
to get a bowl to re-heat my gruel up in that he made me bonk my head
on the microwave and THEN he refused to go to Time-Out in the corner,
and I'm NOT going to physically RESTRAIN him in the corner (ain't
nobody got time f'that). First, though, I took Scooter outside to go potty and, while he was taking care of his business, I went back
to the van to bring in all my bags. To save time later, I left my
biggest fan in the locked van with all the windows UP. I sure hope
he's all right when I get up, and that he's ready to ride shotgun
again.
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