After working all weekend, I decided not to go to my office today. My afternoon went like this —
Robert:
- “You can’t sit there. Move!”
- “Don’t be an asshole.”
- “I need to put my arm there.”
- “I can’t pet you right now.”
- “For the love of all that is holy, if you barf on my socks I will kill you!”
- “Geez! What is that?! Why do you smell like a garbage barge?”
- “Can you go somewhere else to lick your unmentionables?”
Me: “This ‘not going to work’ thing is stressing me out.”
Robert: “How is that possible?”
Me: “Every time you scold the cats, I think you’re talking to me!”
(Retirement is gonna suck…)