Zoe’s Back- Yo
Yo Diets etc.., Jan 7 2015
Well, mischas in a really good mood
this mornin but i think it could turn on a dime, or possibly a bagel real soon.
She asked me why all she has to do is look at a piece of toast and her belly
starts growin right before her very eyes! Usually when mischa walks around
talkin either to me or the air and askin lists a questions, old elizabeth pipes
in from the other room and says “RHETORICAL!” That usually dirves mischa up a
tree and i half to retrieve her. But i dint hear elizabeth say nothin when
mischa started talkin about the toast! That’s not a good sign cause that means
its true! And that truth it throws
mischa into a fit. Then we gotta get up even earlier the next day and do more
exercisin!. So I said, “mischa!
you exercise all the time.” This
could make her either smile or growl depending on which direction her mind is
headed at the moment. So then I said “ like first thing this mornin when you
were gettin your coffee together, you did one a them deep knee bends and nabbed
that old half and half right outta the fridge!” This did not go over as well as i had hoped. Funny thing
about perception aint it? I meant it as a kudo for her physical effort, but she
took it alot different. She puckered her lips right up and stared down at me.
She dont do that too much to me, cause i am her favorite creature on the planet
(perhaps second to old b). I knew we had taken a left turn right there in the
kitchen. I just hoped it wasnt gonna interfere with my breakfast delivery!
Anyways mischa says she feels like
shes on a perpetual yo yo diet. Personally i dint see her eat no yo yos but she
coulda done it when i wasnt lookin, sometimes them overeaters eat on the sly! I
aint speakin from experience if thats what youre thinkin!
Well possibly, slightly, a little,
i could perhaps, be knowledgeable about said subject.
Anyways, good thing is we both got
a generally positive attitude about life, so we looked at each other and said, tomorrows
another day, if ya dont succeed the first time (or in our case the hundredth)
try try again. Then we reached for a morsel a cheese, grabbed our running shoes
and out the door we flew. Later.
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