I know the feeling, boy

This is Edgar’s new favorite spot in the house. For some unexplained reason he suddenly loves to wedge himself under this particular dining room chair. We don’t mind, since neither Bernice nor I have much of an affinity for the dining room set. I mean, come on. Does it look like something we’d buy? Seriously. It’s floral. The furniture was actually given to us by the previous owner of the house. And since the alternative would have been a card table, we accepted.

Come to think of it, Edgar might be onto something. Depending on how my afternoon client call goes, I may just join him under there.

Jenny