"How (or why) did you do that?" you may ask...
"Easy," I say, "Mr. B had the remote."
Nothing on that interested him. However, he needed to watch for 4 minuets each to decide that.
Do you know I can get completely involved in a program in 4 minutes...??
Enough to see the woman skydive in to the bus, the silver duct tape on Harrison Ford's mouth, to see that George passed his exam, to see the badger-scarred face of Jenna Elfman, to see Dwight Shrute fake giving birth (versus him really giving birth??) and a brief "flip-by" of Animal Precinct.....(neither of us can watch this, too much sadness...)
And so it goes. Braxton wants to play. Get the squeaky toys. Yep, he's a guy.......3 minutes and he wants to do something else. ( I almost said "3 minutes and he's done...but I thought (ahem) better not....
Lulu heavily sighs from her little bed on the window seat..."You people..." she thinks...
So, here I am, after reading with one eye while watching 4 minute TV shows with the other, hearing the dialog of the program while trying not to, and trying to hear the dialog of the book..and not succeeding..
Blog time. Hello friends time. Make coffee for morning-time. Turn on the nightlights-time.
Say good-night Gracie.