I went home yesterday on my lunch break to put some scalloped potatoes in the crock pot so they’d be ready for dinner. The dogs were thrilled; I’m pretty sure they usually spend the day licking each others’ genitals.
Thanks for sharing my shame, mother.
Anytime, baby Ernie.
Even though Dexter has a bum knee and sometimes refuses to get off of the couch for a morning potty break, that little bastard is an escape artist. In his younger days he’d climb over 6 foot fences. So when the dogs are in the backyard, I keep a close eye on them. Every so often I stuck my head out of the back door.
“Is everyone still behaving?”
It wasn’t until about the 3rd or 4th time that I realized I still had my huge potato-slicing knife in hand, giving my neighbors yet another reason to doubt my sanity.