Sometimes I ask Pat to grill an extra chicken breast or pork chop so I can pack it for lunch the next day. Today was one of those days. He sweetly coated them (both the dinner and lunch) with country sweet, he chose sausage for his dinner.
My dinner looked so good he asked for a bite. I had no problem giving him one, once I was close enough to being done that he wouldn't steal more. Once I was done I set about getting my lunch ready for tomorrow. I unfortunitly did this with in striking distance from Pat who very much enjoyed the first bite. As I was cutting up the chop for lunch and placing it in the bowl I was using for lunch Pat would try to steal it from the bowl. I smacked his hand away (with plenty of time) and told him to back off. His reply?
I thought that was the donation bowl.
Sigh.
About Me
- Purduerose
- My name is Sarah. Welcome to my life. I have a bad memory and will enjoy reading this as time goes on, maybe you will too. I plan to write hair-brained opinions and observations , occasionally bash my husband of 4 years (he deserves it!), bash myself (decidedly less often), and otherwise amuse and embarass myself on the internet. Oh and I’ll kiss up to my husband occasionally just to throw him off. Feel free to comment on anything other then spelling and grammar, as I am beyond hope in those area's (so says My evil brother in law).
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