Wednesday, May 9, 2007

I'm too predictable

Whenever we are getting ready to go anywhere, Tim paces around outside the bathroom door urging me to hurry. When I pick up the hairspray, he hollers to the boys, "She's spraying her hair, guys. Get in the van."

When I tack up for a ride, Trixie (my dog) watches me intently. I always put the bridle on last thing before leading the horse out of the stall. When I pick up the bridle, Trixie begins whining. She too is urging me to hurry because she lives for trail rides.

Then the other day I had this conversation with Logan.

Logan: "Where are you going?"

Me: "What makes you think I'm going anywhere?"

Logan: "You took a shower."

I'm entirely too predictable.

2 comments:

Manic Mom said...

I knew you were going to say that.
You're so predictable.


Hahah, just kidding, but I'm laughing at my own little humor!

Piddler said...

Hey MM,

Yeah, I'm cracking up too.

Thanks for the comment.

How's the book coming along?