Confession
Okay, how sad is this?
All morning long I've occasionally been distracted by a scritching sound, which suspiciously resembles the sound the Vampire's pet rats used to make when they were shredding paper (we used to seal treats in an envelope and watch them chew their way through - our pleasures are simple ones). This has happened - oh, perhaps 30 times so far today. And every single time I've looked up, this sound has turned out to be a piece of gift-wrapping paper that is sitting on a nearby table, which is being blown about by the fan and making the scritching noise as it hits its edges together upon folding in on itself.
The noise is very irritating, as is the interruption when I forget (again) what is making that noise and look up from my catch-up blog reading.
Yet it hasn't inspired me to travel the four or so feet necessary to take care of the problem by either weighting the stupid thing down or (and here's a really clever idea) putting the damned thing away where it belongs.
I mean, I could literally roll over there on my office chair with no effort whatsoever, seeing as we have hardwood floors, and stick something on it. The binoculars, for instance, which for some unknown reason are sitting on the table right next to the wrapping paper.
Here's the sad part: I'd rather stay here and write about it than get up the energy to roll a few feet - let alone get on my feet and take care of the issue once and for all. I am feeling that lazy.
What's more, I'm going to go back to reading my favorite blogs. And in the next hour I will look up to see what is scritching AT LEAST six more times...
All morning long I've occasionally been distracted by a scritching sound, which suspiciously resembles the sound the Vampire's pet rats used to make when they were shredding paper (we used to seal treats in an envelope and watch them chew their way through - our pleasures are simple ones). This has happened - oh, perhaps 30 times so far today. And every single time I've looked up, this sound has turned out to be a piece of gift-wrapping paper that is sitting on a nearby table, which is being blown about by the fan and making the scritching noise as it hits its edges together upon folding in on itself.
The noise is very irritating, as is the interruption when I forget (again) what is making that noise and look up from my catch-up blog reading.
Yet it hasn't inspired me to travel the four or so feet necessary to take care of the problem by either weighting the stupid thing down or (and here's a really clever idea) putting the damned thing away where it belongs.
I mean, I could literally roll over there on my office chair with no effort whatsoever, seeing as we have hardwood floors, and stick something on it. The binoculars, for instance, which for some unknown reason are sitting on the table right next to the wrapping paper.
Here's the sad part: I'd rather stay here and write about it than get up the energy to roll a few feet - let alone get on my feet and take care of the issue once and for all. I am feeling that lazy.
What's more, I'm going to go back to reading my favorite blogs. And in the next hour I will look up to see what is scritching AT LEAST six more times...
posted by Eileen at 10:46 AM
3 Comments:
You are a woman after my own heart.
I felt the same way last Saturday about putting after sun on my face and eventually went to bed forgetting to do so. pao had liberally put after sun all over his arms etc and woke up on Sunday morning with golden palms - the after sun had added self tan which we hadn't realised so it was lucky I didn't put it on my face! So don't move the paper!
I hear that! I've had to pee for two hours now. Do I get up and walk the five feet to the bathroom? No. I just keep reading blogs and drinking coffee. Pathetic ain't we? ;)
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