There is a slight problem in the dollhouse of late. It’s been building for some time, but it’s now perfectly clear: Sherman and Leroy are leeches. They just want to lay about the house while I do all the cooking, cleaning and cat box scooping. Behold:
Yesterday, I marked exams and planned lessons and did other teacher things, and Leroy just slept in his squishy bed. Then tonight, I slaved over a hot stove –okay, a rather warm microwave– and Sherman watched me, his legs crossed in a picture of total relaxation.
He almost always crosses his ankles when he lies around now. I think he is doing it to express his life of utter luxury. If he didn’t have to poop in the yard, I would declare his the perfect life.
Oh, how I would love to lay around all day in front of the heat vent. Maybe I can schedule some total laziness in for Saturday.
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