Uh Oh...

Self Portrait
March 2010 Greensboro, NC
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"Uh oh."

A few minutes earlier Bonn had shooed me out of the kitchen, along with Maggie, so she could mop the floor. She has a low tolerance for dirt on the formerly white linoleum and her solution typically involves a little bit of water and lots and lots of bleach. Or maybe it's just that the bleach is one of the few things that I can smell so I assume it must be there in large amounts.

The sound of a random "Uh oh" is enough to get me to perk my ears up. A single "uh oh" isn't cause for much alarm. Lots of things can generate a lone "uh oh." It's only when it's followed by a second "uh oh" that anything akin to Worry starts to set in for me.

"Uh oh," Bonn said again, this time with a bit more UhOhness to her voice. It wasn't exactly concern, but something on the verge of hinting This Could Be Really Bad.

I prepared Maggie for the possibility of having to get down from my lap. This is not such an easy thing to do for, to Maggie, Everything Belongs to Her, including (and especially) my lap. And, having just settled down into it only a few minutes before, she had some very serious napping ahead of her and that did not in any way involve getting down from my lap, thankyouverymuch.

"Oh no!"

Two "Uh oh"s followed by a "Oh no!" is the Triple Dog Dare of Something Bad This Way Has Already Arrived and You Better Get Out There FAST.

Maggie officially lodged her very annoyed complaint and I went out to see what had happened.

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