Move over, Mom!

So Mom came home today all atwitter! She's been offered a job writing for the local newspaper. She's all excited.

My first question, as always, is how will this affect ME? I'll tell you how. I'm being bumped from my rightful spot as bunny blogger! Mom's kicking me out of the chair and off the keyboard. "Outta my way, I've got a deadline!" she bellers, hacking away feverishly.

Mom insists that I am being "melodramatic". According to her, she's not really usurping my power. She's merely suggesting that we SHARE the computer. So I am expected to stew in my creative juices while she slaps out some nonsense piece about city zoning ordinances or the dearth of affordable downtown parking. What nerve!

Mom says I will have plenty of time to wax poetic while she's off chasing leads and interviewing sources. I fret. I'm used to having free rein at the computer desk. Still, it's about time she started bringing in some cash. She'd been threatening to send Kenzie and me out on the street with a tin cup and a little sign saying "Will poop for food".