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Wednesday, September 07, 2005
Teasing the slippery fingered lady
You know it's bad when even the dog is messing with you.
I'm a butter fingers. I have a serious case of the "drop-sies". I drop more than I can hang onto. I suppose the world figures that now that the baby has dropped and is in it's final stretch, why not make me drop everything else.
You're thinking dropping things isn't so awful unless we're talking about stitches. I do have more than my fair share of those too but this is just every day stuff I can't seemt o keep a grip on.
The really bad part is that right now I can't bend at the waist. Picking things up ihas become my daily aerobic exercise. Since I can no longer bend at the waist, I spend time trying to think of inventive ways to pick things up. I try to grab them with my toes. I swing out to my side with one leg out for balance, instead of in front. I do some serious squats. For each of these I better hope there is somthng nearby to grab onto or that item on the cloor will never make it into my hands. Finally I hollar for Princess M to come to my aid. This child has picked up more stuff for me lately.
The dog, the smart witty dog, has taken notice of this. She loves hanging out with me in the kitchen. If the slippery fingered lady that's the size of the house is going to be in the kitchen, something good is bound to hit the floor. Mmmmmm what is she cooking today, blegh, tofu. This dog hates tofu and most vegies.
Ha! I think the joke is on her. Normally I cook with alot of the foods she hates.
What does she do now? She spends time looking at me and at my feet. Her gaze will quickly go back and forth, me to my feet (which I can't see). This is all to make me think that I dropped something. So I step back (way back so I can see where my feet were standing) and there is nothing there.
I would think this isn't meant to annoy me, except this has become a game. She'll do this once or twice and then give up for the day because I've given up on her game. She'll wait a few days and try it all over again. I think I've finally caught on though. She's messing with me.
It's a hoot to make fun of the lady with the big belly.
Don't let her sweet face fool you. She's a master of deception and she'd be mocking you too if she could. It's how she passes her day, thinking of ways to make fun of the humans she owns.