Post by Dan on Mar 19, 2012 16:09:09 GMT -8
I'm in the office paying bills Saturday, and Sugar is fussing around the kitchen. Scooter is in his usual spot, sitting on the back of one bar stool.
I hear Sug get out the little hand vacuum, and then I hear her say, "Dan, come here." I ignore her as I'm in the middle of something, and she says, "Dan! Come Here NOW!" There is definitely a sound of mild panic in her voice.
I get up and hurry out to the kitchen. I see Sugar bent over near the end of the bar, and assume she must have banged her head on the new counter tops while vacuuming up crumbs, as the new counter top is larger that the old one. She's standing, but bent at the hips, so her torso is parallel to the floor, and she's slowly shuffling across the kitchen. Vacuum in one hand, and the other hand swiping at her head.
As I clear the corner, I start laughing. Scooter is standing on all fours right in the middle of Sugar's back. He took a leap from the bar stool right onto the middle of her back as she was bent over using the little vacuum to suck up our English muffin bits from the floor, near his perch. Sug is trying to grab him with one hand, and has forgotten she still has the (running) vacuum in the other hand. She can't straighten up, as soon as she does all 21 claws are going to go through her thin tee shirt right into her back as Scooter tries to hang on.
She sees my feet and hears me laughing and says, "It's not funny! Get him off of me!" I considered grabbing a camera, but reconsidered as I didn't want to dodge a flying vacuum cleaner. I careful pick Scoots up off of her back, and put him back in the bar stool.
Sug straightens up and he looks at both of us like, "That was fun! Let's go for another ride!!!"
I hear Sug get out the little hand vacuum, and then I hear her say, "Dan, come here." I ignore her as I'm in the middle of something, and she says, "Dan! Come Here NOW!" There is definitely a sound of mild panic in her voice.
I get up and hurry out to the kitchen. I see Sugar bent over near the end of the bar, and assume she must have banged her head on the new counter tops while vacuuming up crumbs, as the new counter top is larger that the old one. She's standing, but bent at the hips, so her torso is parallel to the floor, and she's slowly shuffling across the kitchen. Vacuum in one hand, and the other hand swiping at her head.
As I clear the corner, I start laughing. Scooter is standing on all fours right in the middle of Sugar's back. He took a leap from the bar stool right onto the middle of her back as she was bent over using the little vacuum to suck up our English muffin bits from the floor, near his perch. Sug is trying to grab him with one hand, and has forgotten she still has the (running) vacuum in the other hand. She can't straighten up, as soon as she does all 21 claws are going to go through her thin tee shirt right into her back as Scooter tries to hang on.
She sees my feet and hears me laughing and says, "It's not funny! Get him off of me!" I considered grabbing a camera, but reconsidered as I didn't want to dodge a flying vacuum cleaner. I careful pick Scoots up off of her back, and put him back in the bar stool.
Sug straightens up and he looks at both of us like, "That was fun! Let's go for another ride!!!"
