Friday, December 09, 2005

I'm trying to get the required IRS wording typed into the articles of incorporation. He's crouched under my legs next to the couch and grabs at... pen, coffee table, pen, fingers, de-sissalled scratch ball, coffee table leg, blanket, coffee table corner, de-sissalled ball, wrapper, jean clad knee, network cable, paper recycling bag, pen, couch arm, chair arm, human arm, bottom of couch, pen, knee, sweater button, pen... He looks up mouth opening and closing like a guppy. He must chew something. It starts all over again. And then there's me, "No, no, no, no, ouch, no, no, no, no, where did you get that?, no, no, no, where's the kitty?"

1 comment:

Karen said...

That Alan sure does sound like a fun mate!