As I may or may not have previously mentioned mom and dad are avid readers. As such they love to lay in bed at night and read, which I find quite rude when I want attention. Last night all I wanted was some loving, but neither one could give me the time of day, so I decided reading must be so damn exciting I thought I'd give it a try.
First of all I couldn't even understand what the hell I was looking at. Secondly, mom kept turning the pages before I could even figure out what was on them, so I just gave up. At first I tried to block her view, but finally just decided to lay here since I'd gotten comfortable. Dad had just finished his book and tossed it down on the bed with a disgusted grunt, saying it wasn't that good.