A daily mish-mash of stuff, fluff and nonsense
Just last night, one of the kids brought home an entire leftover pizza, and it was sitting on the kitchen counter. My husband had left the cover off. He came back to get another piece, and I was in the office next door when I heard him yelling. What?"That kitten was sitting smack-dab in the middle of the pizza!" He hollered. He was mad (the cats know they aren't allowed on the kitchen counters), but all I could think of was the missed opportunity for a photograph.
I wouldn't mind him stealing the pizza if he'd only close the door!Imagine what he could do with opposable thumbs.
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