Thursday, July 19, 2007

Waiting for my Man

(To be sung to the tune of The Velvet Underground.)

And what am I waiting for him to do, precisely?

Well to cut off a piece of that yummy-looking barbequed chicken and share with me, of course!

I am watching him (well, his plate) very closely while he watches his film.

Thinking sharing thoughts.

(Ed note: She got her portion...and the film was brilliant)

1 comment:

Mardi said...

Cleo I like how inconspicuous you are and how little space you are taking up. See - it's NOT necessary to be a big couch or bed hog...