This week, DH and I have been wallpapering a tiny bathroom. There is not one window, door, light switch or corner in that room that is true, level and square. Before we were half begun, both of us made the movie 'Grumpy Old Men' look like a picnic. In the middle of wallpaper glue dripping off our elbows like slime and a glare on the wallpaper that made it impossible to see and both of us trying to hold an edge off the wall until we could get it 'plumb', the phone started ringing. And ringing. And ringing. The Yorkie came into the bathroom and began dancing and barking. He Knew that one of us was supposed to make the phone hush and tell him if somebody was on his way over to rub the Yorkie belly. Saturday morning, DH's sister Annie was up making coffee. Her hip broke and she would have been lying on the kitchen floor until her husband Oscar woke up. Their big (and quite uppity) Siamese went in the bedroom. He relentlessly walked up and down on Oscar until he surrendered and went to see what the cat thought commanded his immediate attention. Thank God for that precious big old kitty. Annie and Oscar are doing very well now. DH and I have the wallpaper done and can answer the phone in a timely manner. The QIs are pleased. Polly
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17 years ago