"Come on, outta the way Katie" I say. Last night I was trying to go down the stairs and she was laying at the bottom like a lump. She wouldn't move. (My dog)
"Hey lazy get up! I'm not tripping over you!" She's not suppose to be sleeping there anyways.
My husband switches on the light. "Who are you talking too?"
I look down. "I guess I'm talking to the backpack"
Yep it wasn't Katie, but my nephew's backpack.
It was dark.
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i too get caught all the time talking to backpacks, whats wrong with that? ;O
you like the hair? what kind of hair? bangs or without?
Not funny, then funny. My backpack is always in the same spot. My tool box isn't. I broke my toe kicking it a while back.
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