Wednesday, October 12, 2011
Hooray! Dad just turned 50!! Though the day was meant for dad, I got to enjoy (though only briefly because of my very short attention span) some sparkly ribbons from his gifts. Mom wrapped one big box and one little one, and after dad opened them and he and mom enjoyed champagne and chocolates (sounds cliche, I know, but that's what they did) I took a few swats at the ribbon dangling from the loveseat cushion. Mom put the box from one of dad's gifts on the floor, knowing I'm the curious type, and they waited to see if I would go into it.
I checked it out a few times, and every time one of them tried to get my picture while I was in there I'd slip right back out, bored. Dad got some really cool new toys for work, including something called a Shop Vac, which, when dad plugged it in sounds suspiciously like the thing mom uses to suck up my fur that seems to find its way into every nook and cranny. Hah! Nook and cranny- that just sounds funny. I know, sometimes I can be so juvenile. I hate when I see mom pull that damn thing out. At my age you'd think I'd be used to stuff, but it still scares me into hiding. Dad says his new one will stay in his truck. Whew! Anyway, after a while mom wanted to clean up the living room, so she flattened the box and put it in the recycling bin. End of story.