Four legged helpers
I went to my room tonight, with great intentions of making some amazing cards. I made one. Between removing cats from my table repeatedly, chasing down the Brittany who was really into stealing cards of buttons from my sewing stuff, and trying to avoid being clubbed by the Weimaraner who really wanted attention NOW, I really wasn't too productive. Sigh.
joohojjoisaoooea - that's what the cat says, by the way. She's helping type, too.
Who "helps" you?
Save your drama for your llama.