Nincompoop

I have a smirk just like mama’s apparently.

 

She talks to herself, sometimes too much. She talks to me too, sometimes WAY too much.

 

“Maggie Rose when I make foolish mistakes I deserve dumb unfortunate results, don’t you think?”

 

Actually she wasn’t quite as articulate, stating, “When I do stupid scat I get what I deserve.”

 

Stupid breeds stupidity in other words, dumb scat propagated here, there, and everywhere.

 

Well, she’s not wrong. She doesn’t speak like this, for the most part, concerning others. There are few exceptions. The girl oozes mercy out of every pore. So tonight as we settle in for nite nite, I’m wondering why mama has an entire hive of bees in her pretty little bonnet. Something stirred up anxiety and frustration. So now she’s just dumb, poor dumb mumbling mama, according to her.

 

I have you know she’s not a nincompoop. MOST of the time she’s not a nincompoop.

 

She smiles at me and tells me I have a smirk just like her. I probably do, as she was mumbling about stupid mistakes, stupid people — meaning herself — I produced a little side smirk. Just like mama.

 

She will be fine, just needs a little rest, a good work week, and perhaps a glass of Pinot Noir. Yes, that just might do the trick.

 

Taking my smirking fanny to bed.

 

Nite nite.

 

MR the Schnauzer 🐾