My little assassin

Aug 12, 2006 13:22

There's a reason why I call Fiona my little assassin. I can't count the number of times she's tried to kill me. Usually, it's by being underfoot when I'm trying to go to the bathroom in the middled of the night. It's impossible to see her in the dark unless a light catches her eyes. Today, I was trying to haul things to the basement (a dumb idea for me anyway) and she tripped me twice. The second time, I wrenched my back (not as bad as I thought at first but ow!) and screamed at her. I'm down to moving lighter things around. Which I should be able to do, darn it.

Given the amount of traffic down this street, everyone's ignoring those "road closed to through traffic" signs. Feel free to ignore them, too, if they're still there this evening.

party, cats, house

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