Doodle Bug (minikin) wrote,
Doodle Bug

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Thursday Twiddle

Okay, so the thing with an all-day post done in pieces, is the mood and music tend to reflect the end of day. Done with that. Right now, color me amused. Ouchie likes pill pockets. Only Ouchie gets pill pockets; Flood comes over and begs when I give Ouchie her pills.

This morning, I gave Flood a full-size marshmallow. She is confused by marshmallows. Marshmallows are not food, and yet, Mommy gave me one as food. It rolls like a ball. Perhaps if I play with it, it will reveal its food nature. Flood made the marshmallow roll around, caught it repeatedly, eventually took off with it into the family room and left it un-eaten.

I gave marshmallows to Dizzy and Ouchie, as well. Dizzy decided the marshmallow was food enough to take to safety for examination; she hid under the computer desk with it. Ouchie just ate hers. One of her pills is prednisone. Ouchie will now eat anything. Dizzy kept trying, but something about the texture of the marshmallow marks it as not-food.

I am amused by dogs and marshmallows.

Flar just called. He asked me to look up an address for him on his desk. Mutter, mutter over stair climbing. I am fat and out of shape. I try to arrive to church early enough to catch my breath after walking up those stairs, before we start singing. Last night I was breathless. This morning, my knees creak and complain and my feet try to get into the act. They are all trying to get attention away from my shoulder, I know. The address was easy enough to find. On my way out of his office, I found more amusement.

Last week, when we began the most recent season of shopping, with the stated goal of school supplies, Flar asked me for stickies. I found some adorably cute, shaped and colored stickies, that came with bling. We bought Flar ordinary stickies, but put the purple, bling covered, flower-shaped stickies at his place.

He brought it up to his office.

My husband amuses me in small ways. When he is completely unaware of annoying me, or unconvinced of any grounds for annoyance, like last night, he most closely resembles a 10 year old boy. No malice, no return annoyance, just get it out of your system, can I go now? I need to look on that with fondness rather than more annoyance.

No longer cranky this morning.

Imagining purple flower sticky adorned memos floating about his Louisville office, with a single rhinestone for accent.

Just a fantasy. I took the stickies back for me. :)
Tags: dogs, flar, marshmallows, stickies

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