Entrenched

As in, the American military is entrenched in Iraq.

Or, my ass is entrenched in the sofa.

We spent most of today, the coldest day yet this winter, on the couch. John at least took the occasional break to sit at the desktop PC so he could print a new draft of the brief he's working on.

I, on the other hand, waited ten minutes for John to come out of the bathroom (I'm sorry, is that too much information?) so I could direct him around the room to bring me the couple things I needed to take care of some online errands: notebook, checkbook, purse.

As soon as I unzipped it, somebody redeployed from my lap...











Relax: Gemma is no longer entrenched in my purse.