Warning! Restless Girlfriend!
OK, so I knew there was gonna be trouble last night.
randomactsofkat was restless, mostly because she had taken a nap earlier in the day. So I settle down to read, and I feel a pin prick on my shoulder. The girl is apparently picking at a hair.
Now let me take a moment to explain this phenomenon: She seems to be obsessed with hairs the size of paramecium which, according to her, are ingrown, meaning that they bury themselves back into the skin close to where they grew. MY theory is that they look around them, hear that Bush is still president, and quickly bury their heads back into my skin to hide.
But, Kate has a need, a true need to ensure that these little buggers come back screaming into the world so that they can be free and blow in the wind at appropriate times. So she's using her fingernails to pinch and groom me, but that isn't good enough. Suddenly there is a whirlwind and she manages to snap a tweezers from a drawer. I try to object, but I'm fairly certain that she grew about 16 more arms, each picking at theoretical little frightened hairs across my chest. And she's climbing on me to get to the other side.
At some point, I asked her "don't you have some sleep to catch up on?" at which point she grunted something and pinched extra hard. i don't think that particular hair is going to blowing in the wind so much as cowering in fear for the rest of its life.
Sigh.
gm_avie finally gave her a raised eyebrow and Kate snapped back to reality, quickly put the tweezers away and fell asleep next to me with a smile on her face. Somehow I felt like Indiana Jones after the Ark was closed again.
I love her very much, but I wonder about her sometimes...
randomactsofkat was restless, mostly because she had taken a nap earlier in the day. So I settle down to read, and I feel a pin prick on my shoulder. The girl is apparently picking at a hair.
Now let me take a moment to explain this phenomenon: She seems to be obsessed with hairs the size of paramecium which, according to her, are ingrown, meaning that they bury themselves back into the skin close to where they grew. MY theory is that they look around them, hear that Bush is still president, and quickly bury their heads back into my skin to hide.
But, Kate has a need, a true need to ensure that these little buggers come back screaming into the world so that they can be free and blow in the wind at appropriate times. So she's using her fingernails to pinch and groom me, but that isn't good enough. Suddenly there is a whirlwind and she manages to snap a tweezers from a drawer. I try to object, but I'm fairly certain that she grew about 16 more arms, each picking at theoretical little frightened hairs across my chest. And she's climbing on me to get to the other side.
At some point, I asked her "don't you have some sleep to catch up on?" at which point she grunted something and pinched extra hard. i don't think that particular hair is going to blowing in the wind so much as cowering in fear for the rest of its life.
Sigh.
gm_avie finally gave her a raised eyebrow and Kate snapped back to reality, quickly put the tweezers away and fell asleep next to me with a smile on her face. Somehow I felt like Indiana Jones after the Ark was closed again.
I love her very much, but I wonder about her sometimes...