Hello! Everyone! Jemima Jones Beck here.
Today I thought that I would tell you about another 30 minute slice of my day. I thought that this would be a good idea since the last 30 minute slice post got about double the usual amount of comments, and we LOVE the comments here at the Beck household. We are all about the comments and hearing from you out there in
blogland.
So, without further ado, here is Another 30 minute slice of my day:
12:30 pm: Wake up from nap with Mr.
Squirrleybuns (not to be confused with my arch nemesis, Mr.
Squirrelypants) to find Mom and camera three inches from face (see pictures).
12:35: Am told not to move from nap posture as "we still do not have enough pictures for the blog".
12:37: Still not enough pictures.
12:40: Mom is finally done taking pictures of me and Mr.
Squirrelybuns. Stand up and stretch.
12:41: Walk into kitchen. Check bowl hoping that food has miraculously appeared in said bowl during nap, even though I am well aware that I have already had my food for the day.
12:42: Stare into bowl attempting to use the power of my mind to make food appear. Use the FORCE, Jemima! Use the Force.
12:45: The Force does not appear to be strong with me today - still no food in bowl. I have managed to use the force to toot in Mom's kitchen, so
at least I have accomplished something!
12:46: Wander out to living room to see if Mom has any food that she is willing to share. Mom appears to be knitting. Consider eating her yarn. Decide not to as that would undoubtedly bring down even more "Wrath of Mom" than eating her phone does.
12:47: Jump up onto Mom's lap. Stab her legs with my peg feet while turning in multiple circles attempting to find the most comfortable position to lay down in.
12:48: Lay down. Listen to Mom complain about having to extricate her yarn from my tail curls. Silly Mom.
12:49: Jump up when I see Mr.
Squirrelypants (arch nemesis, not nap time buddy) running across neighboring roof. Leap off of Mom's lap taking her yarn (which is still would up in my tail), her knitting project, and her knitting needles (which are all attached to her yarn which is wound up in my tail) with me.
12:50: Happily play with Mom as she chases me around the room. Briefly wonder why Mom is yelling obscenities at me during play time. Assume that obscenities, along with commands to "stop" "lay" and "sit" are all a part of the game.
12:52: Snort in delight as Netty joins in the chasing game with Mom. Netty does seem to be more interested in attacking Mom's knitting, which is still wound up in my tail, then in playing with me. Listen to Mom yell obscenities at Netty when he manages to catch her knitting, and rip one of the five needles that had been attached to it, out. Briefly wonder if Mom has been hanging out with sailors again.
12:54: Have breath knocked out of me as Mom tackles me.
12:55: Snort with happiness as Mom and I are now cuddling (actually, she was holding me down with her torso, but I think that that probably counts as snuggling - don't you?).
12:56: Mom stands up, taking her knitting with her. I lay on floor waiting for snuggling to recommence.
12:57: Snuggling does not recommence. Mom has sat back down in her chair and is once again cussing, this time at her knitting. Note to Mom: I am not sure that refined ladies such as yourself are even supposed to know the "F" word, much less yell it at helpless yarn.
12:58: Attempt to jump up onto Mom's lap. Am rudely rebuffed. Cannot determine why Mom 1. does not want me on her lap and 2. is so angry. What on earth did I do?
1:00pm: Have decided that Mom must love her yarn more than she loves me since she seems to want to cuddle only with it at this point. Begin formulating plan to rid house of all yarn, possibly by eating it.
Love,
Jemima Jones Beck
Hi! Everyone! Jemima Jones Beck here wishing you a very Happy Thanksgiving! I know that we are a little bit late with our holiday wishes, but that doesn't mean that we mean them any less!
