Mom sat on the floor, with all of her equipment around her and got down to business. I got busy, too.
|Me. With my pickle. In the Studio.|
I only get access to my pickle when Mom can be right beside me. You know the deal - something about "chunks", "teeth of steel", "don't swallow the pieces", blah, blah, and blah! Anyway, I got bored after a short while and gave Mom my pickle.
|"Here's my pickle, Mom."|
She said she was getting bored, too. I asked her what she was doing, and she said she was ripping zippers out of stuff she was tossing so she could recycle them. "Ripping"?!!? That sounded like awesome fun to me, so I told Mom we should switch jobs. She could play with my pickle and I could ...
|"A seam ripper? Can't I just use my teeth?"|
I think we had both had enough by then. We just sort of hung out together for a while.
|"Hey, has anybody seen my glasses?"|
That's my imitation of my mom. Ha roo roo roo!
We hope to get back down there today. I love working in the Studio!