Mom has been lazy the last two days. She's been lounging around the house in her flannel jammies, eating chocolate pie right out of the pie tin. She'll tell you she has no choice. Sure, we may have had a blizzard. There may be three foot drifts in the driveway. Mom may have made a feeble attempt to dig out using her pitiful plastic shovel. Still, that's no excuse. She's even skipping school tonight!
You won't see Kenzie and me lying around, no sir. Mostly because we're too COLD. The furnace broke down overnight. Mom sleeps with an electric blanket so she didn't notice it at first, but we buns sure did. I let Mom know exactly how I felt about freezing my fluffy little tail off! She woke to hear me THUMP THUMP THUMPING, while icicles formed on my tender little ears!
Would you believe she still didn't get dressed, not even for the furnace repairman? She threw on a fuzzy bathrobe and called it good. She said she's sure he's seen plenty of women in their pajamas before, and besides, he's young enough to be her son. Kenzie went out to greet him, but I stayed safely in the bathroom. Mom will say that's because I was SCARED. I say I was EMBARRASSED.
Anyway, we now have heat, and the driveway's cleared, and Mom is running out of reasons why she should still be lying on the couch watching Dr. Oz instead of cooking or cleaning or tending to us bunnies. She says tomorrow she'll have to break down and take a shower. I just shake my head and go back to demolishing the bag of newspapers by the front door. ONE of us has to have a work ethic!
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