And The Comedy Just Keeps Rollin On

You know how sometimes things happen and it's not until after that you realize: 1. That was actually pretty funny and 2. I should have taken pictures. That was my yesterday. Well, and today, too.

So, once a week Scott goes mountain biking with some guys after work and he doesn't return until late. That always seems to be the night that the kids (read Porter) go out of control. I was upstairs for quite some time last night and about 6:00 went down to start making dinner. First thing I notice is that it's quiet (the kids are all down in the basement). Second, the back sliding door is wide open. So I go over to shut it, mumbling about lazy kids, turn around and see the refrigerator door open as well. I walk over, with more mumbling and then notice the plastic bag on the floor in front of it. The bag that was previously in the refrigerator that happen to have about 4 lbs of raw ground beef in it. Not so much any more. With the fridge door open, the dog took it upon herself to relieve me of about 2 lbs of that raw meat. UGH. I admit I lost it. I didn't think it was so funny at the time. Certainly not funny enough to grab the camera. I did kick the dog outside and put Porter in a time out, stressing to him the entire time about how important it is to CLOSE DOORS!!!!

The dog stayed outside for about 45 minutes until I got tired of the whining, sure that my neighbors were going to start throwing things in my backyard. Not ten minutes later, I was informed that there was a large deposit of raw, regurgitated ground beef at the top of my stairs. Again, the dog made a trip outside.

Scott got home late, but stayed up to play video games and told me this morning that the dog threw up three more times last night. Lovely.

And now, I'm sitting in a sweltering house, because my A/C has decided not to work. My house is now at a toasty 87 degrees. And that's down stairs.

Isn't life so much fun?!