Nothing to say today. I'm mad. I just tried to get in dad's lap, but the laptop was apparently more important to him. Sure, I got lap time while he read two hours ago. Sure, I got up to eat and have a drink. So what?! I want to sit on his lap again... NOW, dammit! Okay, fine. I guess sitting here on the side table, staring at him, then climbing over the arm of the rocker, ignoring the laptop and trying to plunk myself half on his tubby gut, half on the keyboard didn't get the message through to him. He tried to be nice and forcefully "guide" me to his side, sandwiched between his fat belly and the chair arm, but that's not where I wanted to be. Boy, I hate him right now. I'm not going to compete with a damn computer. I guess this stupid beach chair will be just as comfortable. I didn't really want to sit with him anymore anyway. Hrmmphh!
Sorry all- watching him just now, laughing inside at his stares and stubbornness- I couldn't resist. Of course, he's now out cold, curled up in the chair next to me, snoring and drooling away. I swear, life would be so boring without him here!