In the Bedroom

Scene from Kris' house:

Kris is at her computer. I, being the later-sleeping friend of us both, am just awakening to the sound of the clicking keys. We quietly talk; discussing blog posts; a movie we watched; etc. The smell of coffee pulls me from the bed- and let me tell you, she has created the most comfortable bed in which I have ever slept. I am inspired. (I have decided it must be three things: feather bed [which I don't have but aspire to], down comforter [check], and the most perfect pillows ever designed [now on order]). After retriving my coffee, and thus awakening a bit more, I begin to think of reasons to spur her separation from the monitor. You see, two women, two blogs, one computer doesn't work. I am not alone in my endeavors, however. I noticed the other day, after I had spent what was deemed enough time on the computer, I received a flow of polite requests that I couldn't refuse my friend. After completing the tasks, I came back to find my friend now comfortably situated in the seat I had been warming. We fell into hysterics at the unspoken recognition of our motives in sending one another on various household errands to gain access to the 'sphere.

Examples of our antics:

Covert:
Kris: "Rae, would you mind getting some toilet paper for Micah while I finish making the bed [the computer is in the bedroom and my leaving the bedroom to provide appropriate sanitary conditions for Micah would require my leaving the computer]?"
Rae: "Kris, [from the kitchen thus requiring her need to move away in order to hear me] could you come in here and find the creamer for me?" [As she is digging through the fridge, I slip around the corner and head for the bedroom.]

Overt:
Kris: "[An attempt to blame her need for organization and scheduling] Why don't you shower and get ready for the day while I blog?"
Rae: "[An attempt to neglect and avoid any kind of schedule] Why don't you go make the coffee and I'll blog?"

Suffice it to say, that between the two of us goal-oriented women, we make both errands and blogging happen; with a bit laughter and respect added.