The key is using your chin to hold the roll and the free hand to rip

(My apologies for missing two entries this week.  I seem to have a little block of creativity.  I call this block Bart..I am hoping to kick him to the curb soon but he is a real lurker. I think I would rather be constipated than have a writing block.)

So I guess you can call me Lefty.  Over the past couple of weeks, I have needed to do everything with just my left arm/hand.  Rachel has decided that she likes me best (over Ching) but with this decision, she has become a barnacle on my side.  She constantly wants to be picked up and or held.  If I try to put her down, her little legs wrap and squeeze around my waist.  Her strength is quite amazing..a little quadzilla that slightly takes my breath away.

While I appreciated the initial favoritism, this is getting old..fast.  I want to go back to the way it was..when she looked at me with disgust or ignored me.  And I was free and had two useful arms/hands.

I am right handed.  Do you know how hard it is to pour a glass of milk (from a full gallon container) with your left?  Getting dinner ready is ridiculous and don't get me started on trying to pee.  (In case you only have one arm in the bathroom, the key is using your chin to hold the roll and the free hand to rip.  Christ..I have truly stooped to a low level.)

This sounds terrible (but hasn't stopped me before) but when is she going to go back to Ching?  (And I think he could use the exercise.)  Perhaps she could be thought of similar to a wrist weight but more like a waist weight. Yeah..he could so use that.