Raspberry alarm clock
No incense. No peppermints.
Had some brie and black forest ham for dinner sunday. Brunch consisted of a Gyros skillet with hashbrowns, eggs, and feta cheese.
The Ogwife and I awoke to what can only be described as…
…. Well, no. It pretty much defied description. The dog was throwing up in the living room, and we opened several windows before there was enough oxygen in the room to breathe normally again. The Oglet just shook her head and ran through the cloud on the way to the garage.
Oh no. I’ve come home to the Barfinator before. He has huge areas of tile to do it on, but always chooses my best, and most expensive southwest rug.
You sir, are the Master ™ and we humble readers mere accolades.
Well, someone has to make the fart jokes, now that Dennis the Peasant is no longer around to carry the load.
One unforgettable (no matter how hard we try) weekend consisted of lunch at a Mexican restaurant, dinner of Mongolian BBQ and the rest standing by open windows or sitting in the little room watching the tiles peel off the wall as the exhaust fan fought a losing battle.