I remember when the trash collectors came up to your house to pick up the cans. They carried the cans out to the street, dumped them in the truck, and replaced them back at the house. In the ‘60’s it was fashionable to recess your can into the ground. Oh, the trash collectors hated those cans.
About then Scott came outside and tried to direct traffic around the shop. He tried to close the shop door, “Please don’t, there’s a live possum in there and I want it out.”
So, he stood guard at the door, keeping the dogs out. Finally, I convinced Jip to go ‘in the house’ where he stopped barking. Rocky was still riled up and was squeezing between Scott’s clunkers and the fence to keep from going in. He relented when I used my really pissed off dog owner voice. Once he was in the house, Scott came in. I was already headed for the bedroom, “I’m going to bed!”
- Vacuum and dust the living room
- Put my crafting stuff away in the ‘crafting room’ (Selene’s old bedroom)
- Fix dinner – Lloyds Barbeque Pulled Pork sandwiches with lots of homemade coleslaw with apples and a carrot.
- Do the dishes after dinner.
Almost forgot, the new replacement toothbrush heads are sooooo nice. Since using the Sonicare, our dental hygienist doesn’t have much work to do on us. It really works on keeping plaque away. I have a crossed tooth on the bottom and the Sonicare keeps the plaque at bay. Love it!
Go in the house
Go to bed
Off (me or furniture)
Down (quit jumping on people)
Quiet (least effective)
Get you nose out of that (ususally a cat's rear-end)
Kiss (Rocky doesn't kiss, he may give a lick to your hand, but no kisses)
Stopping Kissing (Jip gets carried away)
Be the baby (Jip lies down on your chest, cuddles, and tucks his head under your chin)
With that sweet note, it's time for breakfast.