Yeah... right... pppfffttt!
Me: Mom! I need a BLOG!
Mom: What? Why?
Me: Everyone says I need one.
Mom: And just who, may I ask, is 'everyone?'
Me: You know... "EVERYONE!"
Mom: Oh. And where, pray tell, is this 'everyone?'
Me: Mom! Brentina says I need a blog!
Mom: Soooo... let me see if I have this right. You're basing your version of 'everyone' on your one year old Sloughi sister? Whom, I might add, totally annoys you on a regular basis?
Mom: OK. I can see you doing that. Does SHE know she wants you to do a blog?
Trot, trot, trot, trot.... "BRENTINA!!!!! HERE!!! NOW!!!!" *whispering* "OK, now look pitiful and stare at Mom. No. You do not need to know why. But if you do this right, I might let you play with one of my toys tomorrow... maybe... or maybe that pine cone out there... "
Mom: Awwww... How's mama's little Tini girl today?? Let me kiss that little nosey of yours!! Oh Mama loves this little girlie. Yes she does! Who's Mama's tiny Sloughi?? Brentina is, that's who!!! What? You want something?? Awwww... whatever you want, sweetie!! Just tell Mama.
Me: *BLECH!* She wants me to have a blog.
Mom: OK, sweetums, if that's what you want, Roo can have a bl... HEY! HOW'D YOU DO THAT?!?! *sigh* Dammit, Roo... Well played... crap...
Me: *snicker* And well played to you too, Brentina. Looks like an 'Indoor Toy' is in your future.
|"Well played, my little tan minion! Well played..." OK, so it took a little teamwork... I can deal with that.|