Sometimes I make the mistake of telling my wife that I am stuck for something to write about.
Often she tells me to write about something for her. A typical response from her would be, write about rocks. I guess I could write about the mineral composition of rocks, the way a rock makes me feel, or the place I found a particular rock. Today I was talking with her and I told her that I was frustrated because I couldn’t think of anything to write.
She told me to write about daisies. Her favorite flower. I told her that was … uninteresting.
She then told me to write about the color green. I told her that wasn’t much better. Then she had to go back to work.
Then I walked into the kitchen at the insistence of my cat, Keena who showed me this.
Apparently, we were out of cat food and one of our cats was trying to choke down dog food, so Becca made an executive decision that cheerios would be a good substitute. As you can see, Keena is puzzled by this development.
