My cat is so needy. He is also not very inconspicuous in his attempts to get attention. Like right now he's nudging my arm every 5 seconds, thinking "Hey. Hey, Meredith. Don't you wanna pet me? I know you wanna pet me. Why don't you pet me?" He thinks his efforts are futile, but I say "No, Dave. I shall not pet you. However, to console you, I will write a gleaming paragraph about you in my blog." He doesn't believe me. Now he's sitting on an afghan, sulking. Wait, no. He's not sulking. He's conked out.
Hey, guess what? I'm excited for Thanksgiving. We always head down to my grandparents house in Minneota. (No, that's not a typo. The city is actually spelled like Minnesota minus the "s".) We always follow tradition and eat the same things every year. Sometimes turkey, sometimes ham, sometimes both. Mashed potatoes with cream cheese. Cranberries. Stuffing. Green bean casserole (my favorite). Apple pie. Pumpkin dessert. I can eat more than some of my grown relatives. I guess my stomach just expands to make room for the foods I love.
Hey, guess what also? Nah, I don't have anything. Have a good weekend, kids. Don't drive on the left side of the road.
There's a tidbit for ya.
I loved the paragraph about your cat. It really made me laugh.
ReplyDeleteOh my gosh! My cat does the exact same thing! Actually, she's asleep on my bed so I awkwardly have to twist around her, but when she's not asleep she always pesters me! Especially when I'm doing homework. It's like she has some sixth sense. But she's just so cute that I can't stay mad at her.
ReplyDeleteOh, and good advice about not driving on the left side of the road. It reminds me of once I was in the with my uncle and my mom (my uncle was driving), and my mom said to him "Now, drive carefully because your niece is watching you". So what does he do? At the next turn, he swung out onto the left side of the road and said to me in a slow, patient voice "This is the wrong side of the road to drive on". I think my mom almost had a heart attack.