Thursday, March 1, 2012
Safety is found under the kitchen table
Finally. She stopped. I found the safest place to be today was under the kitchen table.
I do believe that daddy is coming home. The itty bitty pies, the huge cake, the cookies, biscotti, brownies... All that was like a whirl of activity. Momma, is it a Holiday? Did I miss something? I checked the calendar on Gurgle...nothing. It is daddy, yes? Is he coming home? He must really be starving from the amount of food you made. They don't feed him in Ack run?
All I know is the three four leggeds are "zausted" from watching the momma go go go.
JD took refuge on his high chair (yes he has one those and that's a whole different post), the Wendy hid in her usual spot, under a chair, moi, I like under the kitchen table. Close to the action, available for taste tasting, but safely tucked away from all kitchen perils. Anyway, momma is actually going to sleep now, yeeeeee, so I am heading to bed too. Daddy, if you are reading this, we are waiting for you. I love you.