Last night I wasn't feeling very well, so I skipped Misfit Monday.
Yesterday, I won the touchdown duck - not for work related stupidity - just general stupidity. I lost Cartman. We found him - don't worry - but he ran away from home (after I left the door open) and he was dropped off by some nice person at the animal shelter.
Buttin actually put up signs yesterday morning and received a phone call from a woman saying "a chihuahua tried to bite my child". We knew immediately that was our Cart-Cart and he was OK!
Maybe if Cartman had been sweeter - a nicer family would have adopted him.
In other news, our washing machine broke so we had to buy a new one. Washing machine shopping is only slightly more fun than tire shopping, but I one dirty pair of shorts away from hobo-chic so I don't really have a choice.
In other-other news, I think Cash and I played hide-n-seek in some poisonous plants. We were both pretty itchy for a while this afternoon, but seem to be OK tonight.
Here is Cub holding my hand on the drive home from school. He wants to hold my hand while I drive, which isn't very comfortable, but I figure he won't want to hold my hand forever.
Cub doesn't seem super happy holding my hand, so here he is being happy.
Awww...Maybe he will....
ReplyDeleteTell the truth: were you a little sad when Carman was returned to your house? Did you consider telling the animal shelter that he wasn't yours?
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