I pulled into the garage last night, shut off the car, and thought to myself, “thank God it’s Friday.” About three seconds later, I realized it wasn’t actually Friday. Then I walked into the kitchen to find that the puppies had run rampant and chewed up all kinds of stuff, and managed to drag a lot of laundry all over the place. This put a bit of a damper on the evening. But it was a nice, sunny evening, and the wife wanted a fire, so we had a fire, which of course meant I stayed up way too late, and am paying for it this morning. I’m walking around like a zombie.
Puppies, like kids (the human type) have the most fun when they are eating horrible things and making a mess they know they will not have to clean up.
Dishwashing is tough way to make a living.
No one tips for having a clean dish!
Always rather liked that song.