Sunday, 25 September 2016

you missed a spot

You missed a spot.

Hey Peepers!  You MISSED a spot.  Look over here.  See this corner?  That's not flat. That's not flat at all.

Let me help you with...

Oof.  Argh.  Humph. MOUSES!

WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DON'T WANT MY HELP?

Of all the moused-up, ungrateful...

Ooh... Peepers!  Over here.

Peepers, you missed another spot.  Look over at this corner now.  See that?  That's not flat, either. No, it's not flat at all.  It's all wrinkled and stuff.  You'll wanna get out the Botox, for sure, and...

They don't use Botox for that?  Who knew?

Anyway, let me help you fix it.  I'll just...

Oof.  Argh.  Humph.  MOUSES!

WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DON'T NEED MY HELP?

Clearly, Peepers, you do.  You are clearly in need of my help, for sure.  Now let me assist you. This corner now appears to be not quite right.  I'll just...

NO WAY.  Not this time  You're not scoopin' me up and puttin' me on the floor again.  No sirree.

Look Peepers, there are wrinkles here and here and over there and...  They're everywhere!

Are you sure Botox won't fix these all up?

Hey Peepers!  Watch me spin in a circle, chasin' my tail and...

CAUGHT IT!

No Peepers, I didn't catch my tail,  But I managed to catch that ol' wrinkle before it started up again and...

Oof.  Argh.  Humph.  MOUSES!

Still as ungrateful as ever, I see.

I'M BACK!!!

ARRGGGHHHH!!!

What do you think you're doin'?  You tryin' to suffocate me or somethin', Peepers?  You dropped that right on top of me and everythin'.  MOUSES!

How rude can one be.

No, don't bother answerin'.  It was a rhetorical question.

But have no fear, Peepers.  I'm okay.  Really, I am.  I'll just dig my way out from under here and...

THERE.

Oh.  Hmm...  Sorry 'bout that, Peepers.  I didn't actually mean to drag the blanket off the bed as I dug my way out but...

But actually...

But actually, it's lucky I did.  'Cause if you examine the bed carefully, you'll see that that ol' top sheet is all messed up again.  You want me to fix that for you, Peepers?  I'll just jump back up and...

Oof.  Argh.  Humph.  MOUSES!

WHAT DO YOU MEAN I'M NO HELP AT ALL?

Well...  Well then...

Then you're gonna have to fix everythin' all by yourself.  All by yourself, without any help from me.  Without any help from me, at all.  And you're definitely gonna wanna fix it up right away.  Yup, that whole sheet thing needs fixin' before you try puttin' that blankie back on, for sure.  MOUSES!

Peepers, aren't you even a little glad I was here to point out all those wrinkles and messed up sheets and stuff?

What?  What?  WHAT?

Of all the moused-up, ungrateful things to say.

Peeps.  You try to help 'em make a bed and get nothin' but grief for doin' so.  NOTHIN' but grief, for sure.  MOUSES!