We're in Day THREE of Snowpocolypse in Atlanta. We've scoured the kitchen, power-washed the bathroom. Today it will be ceiling fans and the storage room that get tackled. Rubbering up helps with all this cleaning. Last night hubby served dinner rubbered and chained. I damn near split a gut when he finally gave up on the fork and just plunged his face into the crawfish pie. I swear to god I heard him go "oink." At least he was fully prepared to wash dishes without getting dishpan hands!
Now, Sir - You didn't offer to hand-feed him?!? (that's what *my* Handler does ;) )
ReplyDeleteI was laughing too hard!!!
ReplyDelete(and I think he liked giving new meaning to "pigging out")