Whatcha doing Mom? Huh? Huh? Whatcha doing? You trying to write? You trying to write, Mom? Huh, Mom? You trying to write? Whatcha writing, Mom? Huh? Huh? Whatcha writing?
Whatcha doing Mom? Huh? Huh? Whatcha doing? You trying to write? You trying to write, Mom? Huh, Mom? You trying to write? Whatcha writing, Mom? Huh? Huh? Whatcha writing?
Musings from a Tangled Mind 
Leap for the throat (or the opportunity to lick an eyeball, either way) in three, two, one…
Oh, he loves me. He wouldn’t tear my throat out…but he is nosey and likes to keep an eye on what I’m doing just in case it involves food. LOL
“Mama, why does that lady’s headstone say, Oh, he loves me. He wouldn’t tear my throat out’?”
So…. whatcha writing? 😀
Absolutely nothing! A blank screen it remained until I gave up and turned it off. 😦
Aww..so cute!
That’s why I live alone.
No pets, and no humans either. No roommates. No relatives. No lovers.
No undue distractions or interruptions. I figure those elements are what God created “the real world” for. Private life should be unfettered and one’s own domain.
I’m also a bona fide narcissist, just for the record.