Clearly he had once again exercised selective hearing.
I had said, “I have to send the Sister a package and I need you to buy a roll of parcel paper.”
He had only heard “wrapping paper.”
The proof lay on the table: a roll of Mickey Mouse gift wrapping paper, no less.
As I hobbled to the kitchen to make a pot of coffee, I sighed heavily at my continued inability to do things myself.
“Delegate,” the doctor had said, “and stay off that knee.”
It was obvious she didn’t know about the Significant Other’s selective hearing strategy.
Limping back to the living room, I took solace in the coffee’s delicate aroma.
Making my way into the room, I spotted Roxy standing by the staircase.
Thinking she was looking for Manolo, her stuffed cat, I settled on the couch to read a few pages of a new book.
Ten minutes later, I noticed that Roxy was still standing in the same spot.
As I crept closer to see what she was doing, I discovered that she was sunbathing.
Standing upright, laying her head on one of the stairs, our little Miss had discovered the sunniest and warmest spot in the room.
Smiling, I made my way back to the table and picked up the wrapping paper.
If Roxy had been wise enough to know that you don’t have to be on an exotic beach on Barbados to soak up the sun’s rays, I too could find a way to effectively use Mickey Mouse gift wrapping paper.
And I did.
I turned the paper over and wrapped the box effortlessly.
The outline of Mickey’s dapper figure was slightly visible, but I was certain the European postal office wouldn’t quibble about it.
Whoever said furry friends can’t teach humans a thing or two, never met Roxy.
What has your furry friend taught you?