— when I yawn. It is absolutely terrifying to Hope. She stares at me like, “What are you DOING??”<\/p>\n
— air freshener, perfume, anything that SPRAYS<\/p>\n
— when I sit at my desk. She DOES NOT LIKE THAT and curls around my ankles, purring nervously, as though begging me to come to bed and stop freaking her out by sitting SOMEWHERE ELSE<\/p>\n
— when I shower. She sits on the bathmat, staring up at me through the shower curtain with accusing eyes<\/p>\n
— when I go to get a new garbage bag – she runs and hides. She knows that I will have to open the bag, and I usually have to whip it in the air to unstick the sides from each other, and Hope hates that so much. Even when I just open the door to where the garbage bags are, she runs away.<\/p>\n
— pens. Anytime, anyplace, Hope is haunted by pens and will do what she can to vanquish her foe. Even if said pen is in my hand. She cannot let any pen have any moment of peace<\/p>\n
— when I make the bed. All that billowing cloth in the air … No. Hope does not approve.<\/p>\n
— the vacuum is a Balrog from the depths of the earth and that is all there is to it.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
— when I yawn. It is absolutely terrifying to Hope. She stares at me like, “What are you DOING??” — air freshener, perfume, anything that SPRAYS — when I sit at my desk. She DOES NOT LIKE THAT and curls … Continue reading