Lordy you'll never guess what my caregiver discovered as she was vacuuming under the bed this afternoon: a cane. Granted it's a small one that was originally a proper one but was broken during shipping. She picked it up and showed it to me with a puzzled look on her face.
"Oh, yeah...that's something that broke," I said as she handed it to me, and I placed it on the bedside table. She didn't say anything. Just went back to vacuuming. I didn't say anything else either.
Thank god she didn't notice the riding crop on the floor underneath the baseboard heater. Or the longer cane against the wall next to the bedside table.
We really do need to keep our toys picked up better.
Thursday, August 24, 2006
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It's not like you weren't telling the truth, right? It *was* something that broke!
Natty imagine leaving things where curious children can find them. That don't smile and look the other way. They question and question and question.
Exactly, Haron! I'm horrible at telling out and out lies, but I'm amazingly suave at telling half-truths.
Heya shrew! Yep, I can imagine. See this post
Maybe she was just confused because it was broken. The riding crop she understood completely. O:-)
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