askin' for trouble

What to do, what to do... What should I do 'bout my blog post today?  Should I write about...

What?  What's that, Peepers?  What's that you're babblin' on about now?

Nothin'.  Nothin' at all.  Nothin' about which you should be concerned.

MOUSES!

Yeah, I suppose Peepers is worried on account of the fact that whenever I'm at a loss for a blog post topic, I USUALLY write about her.

MOUSES!

What?  What's that, Peepers?  What's that you're babblin' on about NOW?

Nothin', I said.  Nothin' at all!

Oh, she's gettin' super worried, for sure.  Worried I'll write some kinda tell all post she's bound to find embarrassin'.

Again.

MOUSES!

But to tell you the truth...

The absolutely most truthful of all truths...

SHE REALLY SHOULD BE USED TO THAT BY NOW.

MOUSES!

But do you know somethin', my friends? The absolutely most truthful of all truths is that Peepers actually hasn't done anythin' stupid about which I can write.

Today.

So far.

MOUSES!

Oh, but yesterday....

Yeah, YESTERDAY she was doin' some knittin' after supper, and when she was all finished, she forgot to put her knittin' away.

Well, long story short...

Yeah, Saffy had some good ol' times with that big ol' ball of yarn.

Me?  You wanna know if I did anythin' to that yarn?

Well...

Well, I MIGHT have supervised.  Might even have pointed out that ball of yarn lyin' there to my brother.  I MIGHT EVEN have egged him on.

But just a teeny tiny bit.

'CAUSE IT'S NOT LIKE ME TO BE NAUGHTY.

Most of the time.

MOUSES!

You know, I can't help it if Saffron tore into that ball of yarn like it was a big ol' bag of the nip and pulled out a few stitches of knittin', here and there, once I happened to mention to Saffy that said ball of yarn was just lyin' there, askin' for trouble.

AND I CAN'T HELP IT if Saffy felt he NEEDED to tear into that yarn after hearin' that said yarn was badmouthin' him and tryin' to pick some kinda fight.

AND I CAN'T HELP IT if...

What?  What's that, Peepers?  What's that you're babblin' on about NOW?

That yarn was too lookin' for a fight.  It was practically beggin' for one.

And it's not my fault it found a fight.  Not my fault, at all.

Besides, Peepers, you don't need any more cowls.  You only have the one neck, you know.  One neck, one cowl.  Instead, you should try knittin' somethin' useful like a nip mouse.

MOUSES!