I don’t understand why I can’t get anything done around here.

That is until The Curmudgeon begins asking me to do things for him. The dogs want out every ten minutes, and every single time my butt hits a seat cushion, I have to pop up to do something else.

Constant distractions make me have to retrace my steps at least a dozen times a day.

Am I writing? Nope. Wish I was.

meme from Two Women and a Hoe™