Pictured below is the bird crap that narrowly missed my lap. Some consider it lucky to be pooped on by a bird (especially in the eye), but I consider myself lucky to make it through the day feces-free.
What do you get when you combine 1 1/2 lbs. of ground turkey, a bottle of Tiger Sauce, a couple of avocados and a zesty 3-bean salad? A delicious Friday night dinner. Add a bottle of red wine and you get Julie using her Wii remote as an elephant trunk to collect apples.
Ernie has a few games he never gets tired of playing: tug-o’-war, chase me, find-and-eat-mom’s-underwear. One of his all-time favorites, though, is a game he doesn’t get to play that often. It’s called “let me rest my manhood on your head.” Not many are willing to play. Dexter, tolerant soul that he is, routinely takes one for the team. Despite his compromised position, he maintains a dignified expression.
Ernie and Dexter had a serious play session yesterday. This usually consists of Ernie running around the yard and Dexter laying in ambush, charging Ernie as he races past. When they finally clash, it’s like two gladiators meeting in the arena. It sounds horrible–my neighbors probably think I’m staging dog fights in the backyard. Yesterday, for whatever reason, Dexter was really into the chasing. Maybe it was the rain, maybe it was because it was Tuesday, or maybe, just maybe, it was the pair of underwear (now crotchless) that someone ate during the day.
…shortage of lighter fluid will keep these mutha fudruckers from chowing down on some kabobs. After repeated attempts to get the (accelerant-free) charcoals lit, Julie and I relegated the task to the men, while we speared chicken, beef, and the occasional compliant onion in the safety of the kitchen. The dogs were on clean-up duty; unfortunately for them the floor remained food-free.