It's cleaning day at the LPB Homestead (make that teeny weenie apartment). I've got the mop out and everything! I might even get around to dusting the shelves on which my Snoopy collection lives...but then again, I might decide to shower instead.
Anyway, as I haven't showered yet, I haven't put my contacts in, so I've been relying on my battered old glasses. Thing is, they bother me. They slip, they slide, they're always covered in my fingerprints. I was not born to wear glasses.
So I took them off and left them on my desk. I can manage cleaning my apartment without them--it's distances I have problem with, so don't let me drive right now--with minimal squinting and no headache.
Go me, right?
A few minutes ago, I walked into my bedroom and glanced over to the closet door.
"Hi, Doodle!" I cooed at the Little Dude, who was sitting in...the...doorway...of...
Oops.
No, that was not the Doodlebug. I quickly corrected myself.
"I mean, hi, Shoe-dle!"
Yep, I mistook my size 8, white-with-red-trim gym shoe with a large, chubby orange-and-cream feline.
I win at life.
4 comments:
That last sentence made me laugh. :)
Oh hai. Are you me? Haha. I thought the fatal deer on Wednesday morning was a TREE. Goddamn, Dani.
Alana--I got that from a Jez. Wish I remembered who, so I could give credit!
Dani--mistaking a deer for a tree (as long as it had antlers of some kind?) is better than mistaking a gym shoe for a cat!
Time for a checkup?
Sadly, I can't pretend to see that well without my contacts/glasses. They go in before the shower.
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