I love this blof post…I find myself in similiar situations…how many times have I projected my own frustration with myself onto others, usually at the expense of an innocent object? And then ya gotta own it!!!
So here is to all the innocent objects, the husband who gets the lickin’ and then to the realization that it is me again…have a smile at this honest dialog….T
The cat was strangely uncommunicative this morning. I was chattering away in my usual inane fashion (I think I was talking about apartheid, from memory) and she wasn’t saying a thing. I mean, she’s not exactly chatty most mornings, but she normally at least acknowledges my presence: heaving up her head and blinking in her slow, disdainful, lion-like way; flicking her tail in annoyance if my voice is making it particularly hard for her to sleep; c … Read More
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