Just went downstairs and the pan of ribs is simmering
on the stove again. Same pan....she must have had the
whole thing in the fridge. Ack.
I am on quick microwave-and-leave food mode, and the
dog watched me thru the screen door to the back yard.
Thought I'd run out back....bad idea. I opened the door
and as soon as I put one foot out the dog snapped at me.
I jumped back and yelled Don't you bite me. SHE came
running out and dragged him into her rooms.
It's not too early to have a beer, is it??
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