THIS Is Why We Can’t Have Nice Things

by Gina Valley

The Professor is rolling his eyes at me.

Again.

He does this internal eye roll thing, so it doesn’t show.  He denies it, but I can sense these things.

He just did it again.

He came into our family room, a.k.a. my “office” while my office is filled with the attic mess we are cleaning out, that “will be gone in a day or two” as of two weeks ago, which is material for a whole other column.

But, I digress.

On the sofa next to me, as I pound away at the key board, using my lap as a desk, our now nearly 70 LB, 7 month old, girl lab puppy, Ziva, is happily dozing.

“I thought,” my dear husband began, “you said that the puppies are not allowed on the sofas.”

“They’re not,” I agreed with him.

“And, did you not get after me just last night for letting the very same canine sit next to me on the very same sofa?” he queried.

“Yes, I did.”  He does listen to me.

“So, I can’t help but wonder why you’re letting her sit on the sofa today,” he continued.

“Because it’s not her fault.”

“It’s not her fault?” he asked, with what I am quite sure was a large dollop of skepticism.

“No, it’s not.  Her brother’s in her spot.”  He was.  Our giant male puppy, Bear, was snoozing and snoring happily crammed into the tiny space between the sofa and the ottoman, his sister’s favorite nap locale.

The Professor’s eyes went from the puppy to the 2 giant, unoccupied dog beds on the floor across the room, and back to me.  “Why do we even have the dog beds, then?” he asked.  The poor, confused man.

“The kids lay in those to watch TV,” I reminded him.

And, that’s when he started the eye roll.

I guess some people just have trouble keeping those kinds of details straight.

Laugh Out Loud!

-gina

Anyone rolling their eyes at you?  Are they confused or a teenager?  Shoot me a comment.  I’m looking forward to hearing all about it.