by Hi, All
Seems I'm always the one getting in trouble
around here, and it's not my fault!
Just a few minutes ago Patty was frying some
fish nuggets for us for a snack. The fryer isn't
very big, and she could only do a few at a time.
As she finished a batch, she would dump them onto
a plate on the dining table and start another
batch. I, of course, sat there like a perfect
gentleman waiting for her to finish and sit down
with me so we could eat together.
When she dumped the second batch, she gave me
a surprised look but didn't say a word. With the
third batch came a hard look and a "You must
really be hungry." The fourth batch got me a glare
and a "Save me a couple of bites, at least. You
aren't the only one here, you know."
She turned her back in a snit, growling under
her breath. That's when I looked at the plate and
saw a little paw come up from under the table and
snag the last piece of fish. Whish!!! It was gone.
I ducked my head and looked under the table to
see both Sasha and Willoughby on the seat of a
chair pulled under the table, both of them
scarfing down fish as fast as they could gobble.
They had even dropped a couple of pieces on the
floor for Mac.
You know, by the time Patty came back, the
little hairy varmint critters were gone, and she
never did believe me!
Cheers,
Dave
--
Do you know what it means to come home to a loving
woman,
a kind word, a gentle caress; to have peace and
quiet, a
home-cooked meal, and lots of great loving?
It means you're in the wrong house!