From the Mouth of Adeline

.... you've been warned. I wanted to share two conversations I had today. I think it'll give some of you a better insight as to what I live with. :)

Picture this. My boss, who is generally a nice guy, and a pretty decent boss, walks through my office and out the front door. He's getting into his truck to leave when I feel myself hiss at him. I instantly know who's responsible.

"Adeline, don't hiss."
So I hear a growl echoing in my brain.
Exasperated, I sigh and put my forehead in my hand. "Adeline Montague, what am I going to do with you?"
There wasn't even a pause before an answer formed out of nowhere. "Buy me a pony?!"
What else could I do? I started to laugh my fool ass off.

Then later this afternoon, as I'm talking to Camilla (mine, not Adeline's), she suggested that I "accidentally" bite her head off sometimes. I agreed whole-heartedly, and, when she asked if I was sure it wasn't deliberate, I told her, "No, sometimes I trip. And your head just comes off."

Sure, it came out of my mouth, but we both knew who was talking. *shakes head* She also made up a(nother) song for Camilla. (The first one is up on her blog. Go to the Flights of Fancy link.) I think I'll save that monstrosity for another time though.