This afternoon there was a fly zooming around our house and I couldn't make contact with it using my fly swatter to save my own ass. I'm sure it was comical watching me try. But, that little fu ... fly escaped my wacks every single stinkin' time.
So, I did what any tired, cranky mother would do.
I gave up.
The thing could take up residency here if it wanted ... and invite his whole extended family.
I just no longer cared.
However, if they decided to move on in ... I'm sure they'd be anxious to move on out in a jiffy once they got a taste of life around here.
That is so beside the point. What I'm wanting to share with you is ...
A few minutes later I join Molly in the living room to check my email. She kept waving her hands around her face and then finally she sighed ...
"Aaahh, that pesky fly. He keeps flying around me because he wants me to play with him. And I just don't want to play right now."
And then let out the biggest groan I've ever heard in my life.
Yes, THE BIGGEST.
I'm sure she rolled her eyes too, but her back was to me so I can't be sure.
Heaven forbid she be bothered ...
by the fly ...
who wants to play with her.
What a brat.
And that's the point I was trying to make.
