There I was, looking forward to a little quality time with my Pooh Bear.
Enter my wee diva of a sissy, Stella, who can never leave me alone. She has NO sense of personal space or boundaries and got herself all up in my bizness.
I took things into my own paws... Hey! I can multi-task.
I eventually ditched Pooh in favor of putting an end to Stella's trash talkin'. (Doesn't look too vocal at the moment, does she?)
Inevitably a snasslin' session of the highest ferocity ensued.
Hey! Where'd she go?
I'm in trouble now.
She's gone into her EPZ (Evil-Plotting Zone). I can kiss any relaxation good-bye... indefinitely. (Where's that evil giggling coming from...?)