Tuesday, May 15, 2007
Waiting in the Window
This window looks out onto the driveway of our house. From it I watch people come and go, birds, trees blowing in the wind, and the woman in her car. This last item is the most important, of course, because this determines when we get our stinky goodness.
Pumpy and I sit in this window every afternoon and wait...wait...wait. We are very relaxed but if time passes and the woman is late coming home from work (and by late I mean 10 minutes) we become very concerned. We sit upright and our noses touch the window glass and our eyes get very big. Each movement on the outside is met with great anxiety. We are so afraid that she won't come home and we won't get our stinky goodness. But that has never happened. She always comes home to us and we always get our S.G.