Waiting for Mama

First I wait for her to give me my breakfast. Then I wait for her to give me some of hers. Then I wait for her to come back home when she goes to work. Then she comes home, we go for a long walk and I wait for her to give me my dinner. Then I wait for her to give me some of hers. Then I wait for her to finish blogging, talking to Papa, cleaning up and finally....I wait for her to lift me on the big bed.
That's pretty much my day most of the time.

That's what I am going to call my autobiography. Waiting for Mama.

I am also working on a book about my long distance love affair. Well, the book is in my head. I havn't written it yet. Everytime I try to get something on paper I get depressed and want to eat. Then again I can come up with a million things that make me want to eat.