If you don’t want to hear my smartass answer, don’t ask me a dumb question.

     When I took Gavin and Patty for their walks today, a neighbor asked me, “Are you going for a walk?”

     “No, I’m tap dancing and the dogs are going along with it.”

     I staggered from the car to the house with a forty pound bag of dog food slung over my shoulder and someone asked, “Is that heavy?”

     “Nope, I always walk like this.”

     I dragged a few dozen flats of flowers out of car and had them next to the gate ready to take them into the yard when another neighbor asked, “Gonna plant some flowers?”

     “Nah uh, I’m going to toss out the plants and use the dirt for decoration.”

     After watching me spend the day running up and down two flights of stairs doing laundry Monday, tonight Dear Hubby asked me, “Do I have any clean underwear?” 

     “No, I was just carting those laundry baskets around all day on Monday for the fun of it.”

     I’m curled up in my chair, paperback book opened, and I’m very, very quiet.  Dear Hubby asks, “Are you reading?”

     “No, I’m counting pages.”