|"Mom? Would you vacuum me next?"|
Seriously. If she's going to vacuum behind every piece of furniture I have to watch them move, you'd think she'd use the vac with attachments and then give me a little fluff. Am I right?
They moved on to Dad monkeying around with 87 million tiny wires.
|"This is exhausting! ... and just a wee bit boring ... "|
Then it came time to move the furniture back around.
|"Mom? I think Dad wants you to move."|
|"Oh. ME?!? Well, I guess I could move ... "|
Before I knew it, our hard work had paid off, and the living room was all set! I inspected:
|"Nice. Pretty nice."|
I called Cam in, so she could give it all the once-over.
|"Yes. Yes, I would like a cookie. Thanks, Mom!"|
"What do you mean, Cam was more helpful than I was?!? She wasn't even HERE!"
I just don't get my mom sometimes. Fortunately, we both got cookies, then proceeded to the final and most important step: checking out the layout for zoomies and wrestling!
|"This is very nice, M--"|
Again, hard work ... but I'm a Working Breed. It's in my blood. I need to talk to Cammie about her getting more involved next time.