So I woke up this morning and opened the fridge to get the milk.
Trapper immediately and insistently demanded that I allow him to make acquaintance with the large bird who has taken up residence in the fridge. He was MOST disappointed when I told him that the bird is sleeping and can’t be disturbed. He was even more disappointed when I put him outside and told him to spend the day playing football with squirrels.
Then Lucy sat down on the floor next to me, looking rather forlorn.
Me: “Lucy! Did you lose your brains?”
Lucy: ::face looks sad, tail wags hopefully::
Me: “Look! There they are! Under the table!”
Lucy: ::dives under table and sniffs all over::
Lucy: “You were joking, right?? That’s not fair.”
A little while later, Ken calls out from the bedroom that he’s getting stalked by Pete the Vampire Fish (he really does have fangs). If Pete ever found a way to get out of his tank – like, reverse scuba or something – we would all be in trouble.
All the while, Blue Lips is making fish faces at me. Thanksgiving dinner did not include peas this year, and he is most upset and demanding that I go and buy some.
Anyone who’s been to my house knows this is all 100% true.
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