Déjà vu

Does this ever happen to you?

You’re working on the computer. You think, “The dog’s snoring is really distracting. Some music would be nice.” And you walk out of your office and into your master to turn on some tunes.

As you pass your open door, you hear the dog scratching to go out. So you walk all the way down the stairs…and you attach his leash and send him out (remember the handy-dandy dog-walking method??)

…and halfway back up the stairs, you remember the laundry…so you walk the rest of the way down and transfer the load from the washer to the dryer.

On the way past the kitchen, you see the dog’s water bowl is empty so you fill it. While you're at the sink, you see that Taylor’s left his dish in the sink…so (insert heavy sigh here) you rinse it and place it in the dishwasher.

Then you yell, “TAYLOR! YOU LEFT YOUR DIRTY DISH IN THE SINK! I AM NOT YOUR MAID AND DO YOU WANT US TO HAVE EVEN MORE ANTS???!”…but you yell in the daintiest, most lady-like way, of course. This is met with utter silence.

You then walk down the hall, passing the bath…and debate whether you have to pee. “I’ll bet I could pee if I tried,” you think. As you're washing your hands, you notice the half-inch of grey hair on top of your head and you wonder when the last time was you colored your hair. For this information, you need to check the calendar…which is in your office. However, as you're heading there you hear Metro bark to be let back in. (You've yet to figure out a way for him to do this on his own. Can’t he take a class for this…like those cats that can pee on the toilet?)

As you're letting the dog back in, a puff of cold air blows on your face and your lips feel chapped so you head to the master in search of Chapstick. That’s when you hear the *CHIME!* that says you have a new email message, so you sit down in front of your computer and proceed to check your messages.

That’s when you realize that your lips are still chapped, so you reach for your office-copy of Chapstick (‘cause you need one for every room) and you sigh in satisfaction…as you hit “reply” and begin typing.

Ten minutes later you think, “The dog’s snoring is really distracting. Some music would be nice.” And you walk out of your office and into the master to turn on some tunes...

...Or is it just me??