Saturday, June 2, 2007
In this photo we are waiting for our stinky goodness. Those two were in the lounge, not paying attention and we had to stare hard at them. I get so anxious about things, especially when I perceive that it's time to eat.
A man came to the house this week and finished the new floor in the lounge. I hid behind the curtain while he made loud noises and moved things around. It was dusty and smelly and noisy and I was beside myself by the time he finished. Now all of the carpet is gone and when I run away from certain danger I slide all over the floor. My toenails have no traction and it looks like I do a little "ice skating" routine whenever I run. You can imagine the indignity of it all.