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Beau Wann, Jr.
Me and Coop practiced our reading today! I'm showing him the dictionary. He is having trouble with the word antidisestablishmentarianism, but he'll get it!!!!
I hope we can get the elem school Lamkin, next door to CyFair HS. Kevins girlfriend Candy, is one of the principals at Cy Fair HS! We can have lunch, maybe...
the program lasts for 9 weeks each semester, or something like that!
GOOD LORD, THERE ARE 5 CATS AND TWO DOGS STARING AT ME...wonder whats up!!!! Oliver has his head stuck in one of my boots! dont know what he's looking for, but it aint there, unless he chased a lizard or a roach into it...Oh great, now I have to remember to shake my boot upside down!!!
Hey Rich, Looks like youre gonna have to put up childproof gates on the kitchen doors! Both of my boys wont come in the kitchen, and thats a good thing! In fact, they wont hang around the table whilst we sup! I didnt teach them that, but I do re-enforce it!
One time out at the other house, we had just 4 cats and no dogs! Callie was the queen, retarded, but still the queen; Goldie was next in line, but about the smartest cat I have ever seen, then Libbey and then Tucker the baby! We had an island in the kitchen, and I had placed a whole roasted chicken on the center of it on a plate.
I turned away, busy with other things, time passes, I turn around, and the chicken is gone...I mean ZIP, nada, as in disappeared...Not only had I lost a chicken, I thought I was losing my mind! I was planning on a light dinner, but this is rediculous. Maybe I hadnt cooked it enough, and it came back to life and flew away!!!!
I looked in the oven and everywhere, and finally saw a trail that could have only been made by someone or something dragging a roasted chicken through the house...I round the corner of the kitchen into the hall, and VOILA, Callie, the little angel, was dragging the chicken backwards on the floor, eating a little as she went along! I guess she ordered it to go...cause it was going...I retrieved the contested chicken, and decided to just boil the meat off the bones, and give it to the cats. I'm not gonna eat anything that has been dragged across the floor of the house, period!!!
We dont have much problem with the cats wanting our food, cause they dont like people food anyway! a couple of em will have a few crumbs of bacon, a few bites of chicken or turkey, but only a few crumbs, which we dont often tempt them with! The thing we have to look out for, is filling a glass with ice and whatever liquid we want, and then leaving it unattended! Peaches and Annie, will drink out of your glass, and lick the ice. Oh, and when you suddenly come upon one of em drinking your Jack Daniels and licking your ice, DONT YELL AT THEM! BECAUSE this only starts the dreaded "Vortex of Sequences"!!! Yelling at them, only startles them and causes them to jump, knocking over your drink in the process, sucking you down into the "vortex of sequences" !
You know, "VORTEX OF SEQUENCES"... get a glass, fill it with ice, then your favorite beverage, then set it down, then the cat licks it, then you yell at the cat, then the cat spills your drink and breaks the glass, you have ice, Jack and glass everywhere, and cleaning it up, you cut yourself, then you get blood on your shirt and pants, then you look for the first aid kit, getting blood on the cabinet doors, pull the paper towels off the roll, because it wont tear where it's suppose to, now youre out of paper towels, you look for more paper towels, and the spot remover, and knock over the laundry powder, gotta clean that up, meanwhile, your bleedin like a stuck pig, so you get a kitchen towel, not knowing its the little womans favorite one, given to "US" for our wedding present by Aunt Weezy, who is now departed to that kitchen in the sky, gonna catch hell over that one, you gotta take off your clothes and put spot remover on them and put them in the washer, so your standing in the laundry room, buck nekid, and the little woman comes home, and sees you and the big mess, and wonders what the heck youve been doing, you try to explain, "but dear the cat knocked over"...And she says, "oh, dont try to blame it on little precious angel, she couldnt have possibly made all this mess, and go get some clothes on"...yup, the dreaded "VORTEX OF SEQUENCES"...And little precious angel, is laying upside down in a chair, looking oh so "little precious and angelic"...

Yeah, Rich, I know what you mean about your roast...
Just remember the dreaded "vortex of sequences" generally happens, uninvited and without a whole lot of thought!!!!
DOD, the dog reader
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