Sunday, September 07, 2008

nothing kills the mood more like stepping in something wet

by teresa

I woke up rested and feeling groovy.
Then I walked into the boys room and stepped into something wet.
I immediately chastised the dog. He sullenly hopped out of Ben's bed (tail between legs) and slithered underneath it (out of the reach of my swatting slipper). Which is when I noticed the tipped over water bottle one of the kids must have brought upstairs yesterday.
Sorry Shorty.
You will get lots of extra love and treats today.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Shorty, that's what happens when you get a bad reputation. You sometimes get blamed for things you didn't actually do.