Posted by Loulou on Apr 15, 2015 | 5 comments

I forgot, narrow your eyes, too. Suspicious-like.

Okay, okay, I’ll be writing again tomorrow, but today I’m on strike so that I can sulk properly when they return.

Sulking takes skill and coordination, after all, as most of you friends out there know, be you animal, vegetable or mineral.

First you have to get a completely straight mug. No expression, no grins, no frowns, no anything, just a plain mug.

Then you start with the eyebrows, levelling them a bit with an attempt to put a crease between your eyes in the forehead.

The nose stays put.

Then you push out your lower lip, just a tad, just enough to look…well…sulky.

Then you let your shoulders drop in complete dismay that anyone would DO such a thing TO you and not even say, gee, I’m so sorry for traveling and seeing my family and taking care of business.  You think I had FUN?  Well, you have another think coming.  And now mama has this cough that won’t let her sleep and so she looks like hell and poor papa has to manage suitcases and all. Who do you think you ARE, LOULOU?

Well, my answer to that is: You know damn well who I am. I run things around here and don’t you forget it, but just this one time, I’ll try not to sulk too long.

A day, maybe.

Maybe half a day.

Maybe just a few minutes…

Then clean  your feet…that always gets ’em.

And other things.