The inevitable has happened.
And then, of course, the companionable moment was broken when the Burt Squirt tried to take things too fast, too soon.
Poor Dorrie was forced to take refuge in the litter box, but even there found no respite; the Burt Squirt sent a spatula in after her.
Storytelling is second nature to me. When I was three, I told stories about Rainbow Brite. Now I’m quite a bit older than three, and I tell stories about people I make up. And about people I don’t make up. And especially about myself and my (mis)adventures as a writer, wife, mommy, and Walmart shopper. Because life is just a collection of stories. Sometimes, it’s far stranger than fiction…
