For mousin' out loud.
There I was yesterday, workin' hard on my blog post when...
When Peep #1 let Andy in.
That's right, the peep let Anderson into MY office, AGAIN!
And when I say again, I don't mean again as in like for a second time. I don't mean again as in like for a third time, either. I mean again as in like for a one million and thirty-ninth time, give or take a million or two. MOUSES!
Apparently, my brother Anderson has started an exercise routine.
I know, I know... I know what you're thinkin'. You're thinkin', the peep lettin' Andy into my office has nothin' to do with exercise, and while I'd normally agree with you on that, this time, I can't.
You see, Andy has decided he should start doin' laps.
Now Andy doin' laps wouldn't be so bad if it weren't for those laps takin' him through MY office a million and thirty-nine, give or take a million or two, times, but as I found out yesterday, it does.
All day long, EVERY TIME the peep opened my office door by the driveway, Andy would dart inside. Then he'd trot straight over to the other door - the one that leads into the kitchen - and ask the peep to open that. Then he'd go through the kitchen and out the kitchen window, only to reappear at my office door by the driveway again, wantin' back inside.
This went on and on and on...
And on and on and on...
ALL DAY LONG.
Like I said, Andy is now doin' laps.
Well apparently, he overheard the peeps talking 'bout how he had gained an ounce or two.
Ounce... Pound... Whatever.
But to be perfectly honest, a lot of that is just floof.
Okay, to be PERFECTLY honest, there's not enough floof in the world to account for Andy's size, but...
But he IS part Coon, and was clearly meant to be a very big cat.
Nevertheless, Anderson now has an exercise routine.
Andy has a problem, too. The problem is, his exercise routine of doin' laps isn't workin' out so well, on account of those laps not only annoyingly takin' him through MY OFFICE a million and thirty-nine, give or take a million or two, times, but also...
But also takin' him through the kitchen and right past the...
Yeah, that's right, for every lap Andy makes, a snack or two he takes, and...
And that is doin' nothin' but addin' more...
What can I say? A million and thirty-nine (give or take a million or two) snacks a day, is a whole lot of snacks.