Okay, so for all the times I've seen all y'all's posts about boxes and how cute you are sitting in them and how I've said boxes aren't my thing and I prefer bags and I'm not a box cat and what all else, I guess I have to say I was wrong.
Whatever.
Now, honestly, I'm (dad's) too lazy to pore over these past few years' posts to make sure, but I proved dad wrong this past weekend on the box thing.
He and mom recently came home with another new pair of clodhoppers for dad, and left the box sitting open on the floor in the living room. Well wouldn't you know, I was drawn to it like flies to- anyway, you get my point.
Once I stepped inside and circled once or twice as we do I snuggled right in all nice and comfy, and of course, out came the phones.
The box is still on the floor as I write this, and I'm in it just about every day.
The other afternoon mom and dad were lounging and talking on their bed, and dad came out, picked me up (in the box) and brought me into their room, where I stayed with them, even doing my bathing while they sat and talked. Lastly, thank y'all for the tip on switching back to the old Blogger. If dad was a little smarter and had more patience he'd likely have been able to figure it out for himself instead of just bitching about it.
