All’s Fair in Love and Laptops

Frannie’s damn collar is carolling down the hall behind me.

Past Beavis and Butthead the twins bunked behind the 1st closed door.

Past the next closed door which cages holds the tazmanian devil baby.

If they wake, I may be forced to punt  send the bitch Frannie back to the living room.  Where a mouth watering buffet of plastic trains, wooden puzzles, and fully stuffed plush animals awaits her.

But, if she is successful in completing the gauntlet of lite sleepers, she has a chance at a brief snooze atop the forbidden kingdom our bed.

Hubs taps away on my laptop back in the  sweat shop  kitchen.  He types like a girl successful businessman. ”click, click, click”……his delicate nails surgeon’s hands sound.

I am writing on a piece of real paper with a sharpie pen.  Secretly, I am getting high on the fumes enjoying the nostalgic feel.  (bite pen top while pondering my next thought)

That is  my freakin’ our laptop.  I bought it just for me to share with my man whenever he needs it because our home office wouldn’t impose enough can get lonesome.

He will freak when if he sees the bitch Frannie on his pillow bed right now.

I don’t want to should get her down from it.  I wouldn’t want to miss him shitting that brick lying close beside me tonight.

Ahhhh….silent acts of hostility selfless acts of love.

*Part of the Back 2 Blogging challenge with the SITS Girls, sponsored by Standards of Excellence, Westar Kitchen and Bath, and Florida Builder Appliances.