Drop It

I spend a lot of time chasing the dog and instructing her to "drop it." It might be a house slipper or a pillow. She ignores me and I look like an idiot running around with my whacker.

The husband often asks me to "drop it." I am mentally incapable of this and I blame my mother. I chew on it, stew on it and I want to discuss it to death. Then, I take a short break to gather my thoughts so we can discuss it some more.

So far, I've escaped the whacker.