Thursday, October 27, 2016
Fall Is Falling
Micah: This preparing for winter is hard work! I need a break.
Cyndi: Why are you complaining? Jan's doing all the work!
Micah: Yes, but someone has to snoopervise to make sure she doesn't fall off the stool, or through a window.
Cyndi: But she's the one moving furniture, stuffing newspapers in window cracks, hanging and rehanging drapes, and whining about aches and pains.
Micah: You're a female. You just don't understand how important it is for us males to have a job. It feeds our eggo.
Cyndi: It feeds your what? Oh, you mean it feeds your ego.
Micah: Yeah, ego. So Jan gave me the job of bodyguard until the winterizing is finished.
Cyndi: Well, if you're her bodyguard, you had better hope her body doesn't fall off the stool and land on you.
Micah: Don't worry, I'm not supposed to be close enough to take a bullet for her, only close enough to the phone to dial 9-1-1 should anything happen.
Cyndi: It won't be long before the temperature will start dropping down to freezing at night. Brrrr. I hate being cold.
Micah: If this is fall, why is this tree the only sign of the season the dogs see when they walk Jan?
Cyndi: I have no idea. The leaves might not be turning yet but they sure have been falling into the dog pen. I hope you aren't planning to tell me you were sitting by the back screen door with a phone in paw in case Jan fell into the pile of leaves she raked.
Micah: Of course not. I sat by the back screen door with a feather duster in my paw to wave and cheer Jan on so she'd stay awake for the long, boring job.
Cyndi: Aren't you glad that's over!
Micah: It's not. Jan said leaves will keep falling into the pen until some time in January. How about taking over my cheerleader job for the season?
Cyndi: Can't. Energetic activity would invalidate my Medicat insurance.
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