Friday, May 18, 2012
The secret is to NOT ask
That apparently wasn't good enough, so she crawled outta her room and continued the mutterings and grumblings all around the house. Miffy here. Grumpy there. Slammin' this, shovin' that. If there was ever a time to turn on the invisibility, it was then.
So, I asked for it. I did the unthinkable--I asked her how her day was. BIG. MISTAKE. Huge. Stupid me.
"SHITASTIC!" she yells back at me.
Well, okay then.
I turned on my heels and walked into the kitchen to talk to Grace instead.
"Hi, Grace! How was your day? Was it 'Shitastic' too?" I followed her out the door to sit out in the grass. Apparently, she did not have a shitastic day. Actually, I think it was quite the opposite.
And this is what I learned that day: Stick with the cat, my friends. Stick with the cat.