In the Dog House
This morning, I managed to leave the house with Karen’s packed lunch. I’d made mine and moved the cars, during which time she made hers and put it on the couch where I absently picked it up.
They are identical blue bags. The only (minor) difference is that hers is pristine and mine is rather smeggy.
I’ll let you know when I’m no longer sleeping on the couch.
It would be cruel and unnecesary to say: “Ha! Ha!” so I won’t.
Comment by james higham — April 23, 2007 @ 7:31 pm
Oh dear, not the best start to the day, hope all is well now.
Comment by Ellee — April 23, 2007 @ 8:23 pm
James, you sounded just like Nelson Muntz there.
Ellee, Karen doesn’t (OW!) hold (Wah!) grudges (OOF!).
…hobbles off clutching various painful bits…
Comment by Delicolor — April 23, 2007 @ 8:41 pm
I’m relieved to hear that, hope your tail is wagging nicely
Comment by Ellee — April 24, 2007 @ 12:22 pm