Friday, January 3, 2014
because I know you woke up thinking,
"I wonder if the Panter dogs pooped on the carpet again this morning?"
And I'm a good friend.
I do not, in any way, want to leave you hangin'...
It went like this:
Eat it furry balls.
You poop...this is how you'll roll:
(let's not count the last two mornings, 'cause then it wouldn't look like I'm winning, k?)
(they actually like these things I'm just lazy and vain - vain: they look dumb in my living room so I put them outside during the day, lazy: I don't want to bring them in every night and until the last two night, I HAVEN'T HAD TO! A few people I've talked to are chalking it up to the big "D" word - I'm chalking it up to the fact that Bonnie has found the cat food - it could be a combo. Either way, I WON.)
Well, I sort of won.
I will finish winning when I get my vacuum cleaner back from the repair shop this weekend.
Please tell me this stuff happens to other people too?
In the mean time, Baking Soda...do yo' thing.
I'm gonna go work on my victory dance sos it's ready for this weekend.....