"What are you, a cat?" interrupts the G-Man, as he watches me climb up the back of the love seat. We were conversing about our Thanksgiving travel plans when I attempted to sprawl out across the back cushions. I had managed to wrap my arms and a leg around the cushions, while the other leg swung freely behind the love seat.
I stopped, mid-crawl, and looked at him blankly.
"What, do you want me to come scratch your head now?" he asked.
My head perked up, and I expressed a small gasp of excitement, "Could you?"
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If you're one of the lucky few who won't be hitting the road later tonight for a seven hour drive, then go get your drink on. It is, after all, one of the biggest nights for drinking (this fact can be verified with your friendly neighborhood bartender).
For the rest of us poor suckers, drive safely, stay off of I-95, and don't forget your allergy meds because your sister-in-law has cats and last Thanksgiving you spent the entire night wheezing and sneezing.
Happy Thanksgiving.
1 comment:
I hope you had a great Thanksgiving! I did drive 7 hours, and I forgot my allergy medicine. Luckily, my sister has Benadryl on hand. (Are you in my head?) LOL!
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