It’s quiet now. But they’ll be back. And I’ll be ready for them. Brown, white, or that odd bluish green color, those delivery trucks will answer to ME next time.
I’m just going to wait here in case a sinkhole opens up under the house and the dinner table tilts toward me. I need to make sure dad’s sandwich doesn’t hit the floor. #AlwaysVigilant
Yeah dad. I’m sleeping here with my head on the chair leg-thing and my paws under mom’s desk chair? Why? Because that’s how I get your attention. You need to get up and walk me.