Art woke up kind of grumpy this morning. When I asked why, he said he didn't sleep a wink because he couldn't find his earplugs. That seemed strange to me because they were right there on the windowsill when Xena and I went to bed. As he was hunkering down for another hour's sleep he growled something about how they were probably in some dog's butt.
Well, Arthur, at 4:00pm your earplugs made an appearance. They were right where you said they'd be. It took me by surprise when I stooped down, with baggy in hand, to pick up Xena's "deposit" and it was day-glo orange. Uh-huh.
Wednesday, March 28, 2007
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Wash these would ya hon. . .
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