Sunday, February 8, 2009

Doesn't that bother you?

I have a sick desire to do taxes. While other people cringe at the very idea of having to do their taxes, I secretly get excited. So when family and friends ask me to help them file their taxes I am more than eager to be of assistance.

A few days ago, I was helping a friend of my sister review her taxes. She came over to the house and sat amongst the chaos. Just a few feet away my husband was watching a Disney princess movie with #3. Bopping around the kitchen where we were sitting was #2 trying very hard not to be obvious in her need to be the center of attention.

Out of the blue the friend asked, "Doesn't that bother you?"

I had to pull myself back from the fantasy tax land I had momentarily escaped to. "What?" I truly thought she was eluding to the obnoxious singing coming from the TV.

"Your dog is snoring. Doesn't that bother you?"

Sure enough, Lucy was laying at my feet sound asleep.


"To tell you the truth, I don't even hear it any more."

And that was the truth, or atleast it had been the truth until now!

Since then I can hear little else than the chainsaw snoring that emits from our family pet when she sleeps. She's a typical lazy bulldog and sleeps a LOT.

I used to find it kind of cute at night as I lay in my bed and surf blogs that Lucy lays on one side of me (on the floor, of course) and my husband lays on the other side and the two of them carry on a duet of slumber.

Now I have a strong desire to invest in earplugs.

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