Morning:
"Why do you do that? Your pellets are now full of poop. You can't eat pellets full of poop."
"Hoss--don't pee on tha--DON'T DO IT. DON......" [Siiiigh.]
"...I can't find the bird seed? It's usually right by Shawn's computer. I better text him and ask." [Texts Shawn, asking where the birdseed is. Shawn replies: It's underneath, on the cage stand. Mel now feels like an idiot for the rest of the day.]
"Tea, or coffee?"
Afternoon:
"...is that? Raven? Aww, man. Raven, you're supposed to Poop in the litter box. How many times do we have to go through this? Alright, look--" [Proceeds to go into a detailed explanation of where the poop goes, using hand gestures and eloquent air drawings. Cat sits on floor, is fat and stares.]
"Why is there a sock on the top shelf where my pajamas go? Just one single sock, like Shawn kicked them off in a fit of joy."
[Singing] "Theeeese boobs were made for waaaaalking," [Twelve year old giggling.]
Evening:
"I SHIT GUMDROPS!"
[To Shawn,] "Round is a shape!"
"I look forward to a time when my breasts don't clap in rhythm when I do this step-dance on the wii fit."
"Tired? I'm not--"[Yawn.]"tired. I'm fine. In fact, I think I'll have te--"[Head thump. Snore.]
"Why do you do that? Your pellets are now full of poop. You can't eat pellets full of poop."
"Hoss--don't pee on tha--DON'T DO IT. DON......" [Siiiigh.]
"...I can't find the bird seed? It's usually right by Shawn's computer. I better text him and ask." [Texts Shawn, asking where the birdseed is. Shawn replies: It's underneath, on the cage stand. Mel now feels like an idiot for the rest of the day.]
"Tea, or coffee?"
Afternoon:
"...is that? Raven? Aww, man. Raven, you're supposed to Poop in the litter box. How many times do we have to go through this? Alright, look--" [Proceeds to go into a detailed explanation of where the poop goes, using hand gestures and eloquent air drawings. Cat sits on floor, is fat and stares.]
"Why is there a sock on the top shelf where my pajamas go? Just one single sock, like Shawn kicked them off in a fit of joy."
[Singing] "Theeeese boobs were made for waaaaalking," [Twelve year old giggling.]
Evening:
"I SHIT GUMDROPS!"
[To Shawn,] "Round is a shape!"
"I look forward to a time when my breasts don't clap in rhythm when I do this step-dance on the wii fit."
"Tired? I'm not--"[Yawn.]"tired. I'm fine. In fact, I think I'll have te--"[Head thump. Snore.]
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