Buddah came out, and immediately crouched down low and started slinking around, as if the people doing stupid things was something new.
I figured they'd get whatever it was done before dinner, and went back to take another nap. And a little while later I heard the Man bring Buddah to the back of the house, promise him it wouldn't be too long, and then the screen down in the hall squeaked shut.
Again...not a big deal. I'm used to these people.
Just before she opened a can for us, everything in the living room (but only there...somehow this required trashing every other room in the house) was in place and it looked all spiffy and bright.
Everything except her feet. Doods...she was wearing shoes and socks while she painted, so I have no idea how this happened.
But Buddah...it's been over 3 hours since we had dinner and the People stopped messing things up, but he's still acting like we're going to be forced into another M-word.
I should tell him he's moving, but the rest of us are staying here.
That would be mean, though, wouldn't it?