We Got Grabbers And It’s Going To Be A Problem
I think I’ve been pretty clear on what my biggest flaw is. I’m lazy. Well, when I’m at home and there’s nothing I HAVE to do, I’m lazy.I like to sit on the couch, watch a tv show about some kind of veterinarian (Avian, Texan, Alaskan, Rocky Mountain, I don’t care, I’m here for it) and goof around with Husbando.
My Father, one of the sweetest men you’ll ever meet on this planet, gifted us a little something a few days ago. Grabbers. No, not the movie!
You know those things, they’re supposed to help the elderly pick stuff up off the ground without having to strain their backs. Well, that’s what they’re SUPPOSED to be used for. But we would basically use them to pick up the remote or a cat toy without having to get up off the couch.
Until it started, that is.
Yes, we’ve been harassing each other with the grabbers. I will also cop to messing with the cat as well. I only grabbed her tail, like, six times, though. So it’s okay. Husbando, though… I have grabbed his arm, his leg, his foot, his hand, his hair, his ear, and I’m trying to figure out a way to grab his belly button. But he does it, too! He’s grabbed my big toe, my knee, my hinder, and my glasses. And really, he started it.
But, yeah. I have a feeling it’s going to be a problem. We’re going to mess with each other continually until we break one or both of these things, and then I’ll be reminded…of why we can’t have nice things. But at least we’re having fun for the moment. I gotta figure out that belly button thing, though. There’s gotta be a way.