It’s My Desk Now, Dad
Monday, August 11th, 2008The other morning, dad got up to get a coffee. When he came back, this is what he found:
Sorry, dad. I’m not budging.
It’s MY desk now. You may sit there only if you promise not to disturb me.
To his credit, he did sit down very carefully and avoided putting his feet near me.
Oh, and in case you were wondering - all those wires are too high for me to reach - they’re just barely out of reach, too. Though that bothers Betsy more than me - she’s the one who likes to munch on wires, not me.
-Gus
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