Over the weekend, Mr. CV and I rearranged furniture which created a domino effect around the house. This caused Mattie Gray's (aka: The Co-Editor) bed to be moved. On top of all of that, her weekend was disrupted with a bath and a missed walk. She has been giving me the look ever since.
Sometimes she refuses to look at me at all.
Then comes the frown or as my mother would say, the Edith Bunker look. Do you see the furrow over her brow?
I think she would rather be back in the mountains where she gets to hike and go out for pizza. Who could blame her?