The cat was very accusing. I'd look up and those unblinking, round, saucer eyes were all like, "Seriously? You're on Facebook again? Oh, now it's Twitter? Really, Stekly? You've got stuff to take care of. Get to it!"
Now it's a pig. A very Wilbur-esque pig. He's very endearing, but that just makes it worse.
He's constantly looking over my shoulder, a bit of disappointment in his glance. "Do you really want to be doing that, because I don't think you do. I know the outline is really hard, but I think you should work on it. You're making me sad, Jolie. Don't disappoint yourself. Please."
OUCH! Okay, my piggie friend. I'm getting to work...but first can I tell my bloggy friends one more thing? Hey, don't give me those eyes! I promise, I'll be quick.
I have stayed healthy! Yip-yow! And let me tell you, there has been much hacking and snuffling in my house, there still is. But tomorrow, I'm off to Bodystep training, and bizarrely looking forward to it. I'm thinking of tweeting throughout the weekend, but only if it's possible. Several things could potentially keep from it, including the fact that I may be too tired to even use my thumbs.
Have a great weekend!
Good luck with your outline. :)
You know Jolie, you could just turn the pictures to the wall. That would teach them.
Just don't send Wilbur or the cat over to my house. I think they would be seriously alarmed by the amount of time I spend on Facebook and Twitter ...
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