I want to find the doctor who told her to do more cardio and hit her over the head with a rubber chicken. Surly, that doctor knows that cardiovascular exercise increases mental function right along with physical function. Certainly, she knows that mommy’s a writer. Why would she do that? Oh yea, mommy’s thyroid is borderline low and they’re trying to fix it through exercise instead of medication. Maybe a punch to the throat would be easier! Or maybe we should play the chase game some more. I’ll bet her cardiovascular system would get moving if I got her toes! I’m gonna get those piggies!
Thankfully, daddy said it’s time for them to start the second phase of their back deck project this weekend. Maybe getting her outside working on something tangable will help her get her ideas together AND she’ll be outside, so she can prattle to daddy. Zack and Chloe say get used to it. Geeze, I had no idea that living with a writer was so mentally active! I don’t mind helping, but I don’t often think about terraforming and space stations and how to open dimensions in string theory. I spend most of my time chasing Zack, chattering with Chloe, eating, playing, and figuring out how to get mommy’s toes. Because they look so delicious. Now THAT’s a worthy goal to ponder!
I pity humans. Geeze, all of that thinking. Being a pretty bird is a whole lot easier!
That’s all today. Take care. Have a Happy Friday and a wonderful weekend.