This afternoon after work I decided to take a nap. I didn't sleep very well last night after waking up at 11pm thinking it was time to go to work. I even started the shower. It took Ryan a good 5 minutes to convince me I still had six hours to sleep -- and this was as I was staring at the clock on the stove.
So, I stumbled into bed about 2pm, put my head on the pillow and pulled the blanket under my chin. And then I felt something small and hard under my hand. I picked up the object -- it was a dried out tortellini. Of course, instantly questions started running through my head and at the forefront was "how the hell did a tortellini get in my bed?" We haven't had tortellini in about a month. And at that time we ate it at the dining room table. I knew I hadn't snuck tortellini in for a midnight snack since then and I was pretty sure Ryan hadn't either. That left one culprit -- and she had just hopped up on the bed beside me.
I held the tortellini out to Sally. She looked at me, looked at it and looked at me again as if to say "oh, is that where I left it?" She took it very gingerly out of my hand and then crunched it down, a doggy smile on her face.
I don't even want to know where she was hiding it or if she has other things stashed. I just thank God it no longer was covered in sauce.
Thursday, April 26, 2007
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Oh, let's be honest here, Lib. We know you and Ryan and your sick, twisted food fetishes. You know, most people go for the whip cream and chocolate sauce, but not you. You like to "spice" things up with some cool, squishy pasta every now and then. And to think we'd buy the ol' blame it on the dog trick. Huh, nice try.
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