Wednesday, November 29, 2006
This is what I faced this morning as I was starting my last long Wednesday of the semester. I knew something was wrong when Lazarus came slinking into the bedroom with a look like, "I didn't do it." When I came to check why Moses had been surprisingly quiet for about 10 minutes, I saw the couch looking in disarray and Moses having significant evidences of guilt. I got the duct tape out to put it together so Lazarus could perch on the couch and look out the window this afternoon, but Mom will likely have to do some domestic work tonight with the needle and thread. I am sure Mosi will be blissfully in her way.