Random tales of a klutzy 30-something gal navigating through life's everyday embarrassments. Written for those who've plowed over executive vice presidents in the hallway and spilled coffee on themselves three times in one day!
Monday, March 29, 2010
Why I Can't Get Anything Done
It never fails. I start typing and Daphne decides she needs to curl up right by my face.
She'll curl up by my neck and nurse herself while kneading my face with her giant mitten paws.