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Thursday, September 27, 2012

This is an Og with a Nog Sitting on his Knee

"What are you drawing?" my husband asked.

"A Dog," I murmured, not wishing to be distracted.

"An Og?  What's an Og?" my husband chirped.

"A DOG," I snapped, really not wanting to be distracted.

"Oh, that's boring.  I want an Og.  Draw me an Og.  And a Nog, too.  I want a Og and a Nog."

I sighed, and turned to a fresh sheet of paper.  Long experience assured me that the battle was just begun.  Best to cede victory, pay tribute, and get back to what I was doing. Besides, a vision of an Og had just flashed through my brain. husband's Og and Nog.