The other day, in a fit of something or other, I decided that the next time I get a pedicure I am going to get blue polish on my toe nails. Teal, royal, maybe a rich navy. Metallic, frosted, glitter....who knows but blue it shall be!
I felt irrationally happy with this decision.
Count me in, world—I ain’t dead yet!
So, because I've never had a thought that I have not almost immediately verbalized, I announced this decision about blue polish to the cats who care little about my toes but much about from whence cometh their next allotment of treats.
Suddenly, from deep within what I had thought was a pile of laundry, came a deep voice that said only one word and that word was "No."
|It actually is this bad.|
|I wonder who's under this...|
I jumped and looked around in alarm as the cats scampered from their cozy spots to parts unknown.
Turning to the pile of clothes, I started removing layers. Tossing t-shirts, pajama bottoms and as-of-yet unmatched socks aside, I uncovered his face and leaning down said, "No blue toenails?"
"No," he answered
|These are words. Use them!|
|Less of this...|
|More of this.|
It turns out Seth has been doing more than resting under the pile of shirts,shorts and South Park leisure pants. It appears that he is very concerned about the economy, thinks Al Gore is a big idiot, wants more ice cream and reminded me that if I buy cherries, they should always be very firm because no one -- not even a pile of laundry on a recliner -- likes a mushy cherry.
|None of this.|
*Gonna to do it, anyway.