Procrastinating

I am shampooing the living room carpet today. Even though I have a pretty good carpet cleaner, I am not looking forward to it. That's why I'm sitting here telling you about it. All part of my procrastinitory process. (Yes, I like to make up words. You know what's really fun? Sometimes I'll make up a word and use it on Sweety and I'm so convincing that he doesn't know it's a word that I pulled outta my ass.)

When I moved the couch that Tiny Dog likes to hide under, she went batshit. She had all kinds of trash treasures under there and she was freaking out because they were no longer hidden. As I scooped up the bits of paper towel, q-tips, lincoln logs, socks and pieces of candy wrappers, she was running wildly in a figure eight pattern on the living room floor. She followed me to the trash can and as I threw her things away I think I saw her squeeze out a tear or two. As I speak, I can hear her little toenails clicking all over the house as she snoops around, looking for new things.