Buzzkill

On Sunday morning, Beau and I lazed around the house.

I, of course, made inane chatter (something Beau is used to, so don't feel sorry for him).

It was snowy outside (something that simultaneously made me gleeful and Beau annoyed). I was happy to sit under my new blanket.

It's fleece. It's soft. It's warm. And it's a cheerful shade yellow. It makes me happy every time I see it.

Don't you love my new blanket? I asked Beau.

Sure, he groused. It's like sitting under a big ShamWow.

:|

Thanks to Mr. Wet Blanket I am no longer as thrilled with my yellow blanket.