My husband was out of town all week at some sort of conference thing. Although I miss him terribly when he’s gone, I also admit there is a flip side to having the place all to myself for a few days. No arguments over the Tivo. I can watch all the reality TV I want. Eat whole wheat pasta and/or risotto without getting any grumbling. Reprogram the car radio to all top 40. The list goes on and on.
Emmett and I decided to make the most of it.
A little port to set the tenor of the week will do.
No booze for the dog, since he’s on steroids and all. Speaking of that, he’s due for his prednisone. Here’s the peanut butter….but where is….can’t find a spoon….
Spoon? We don’t need no stinkin’ spoon.
This is seriously a huge pet peeve of my husband’s. Sorry dear. It had to be done.
Look at how happy it makes Emmett. Dogs are so easy to please.
Well Emmett, it’s off to work. I think your dad forgot you have to come with me when he decided to switch cars for the week. I know you haven’t been in it before but that is mostly because it’s so new. Try not to drool too much on the seat.
Let’s amuse the staff with your balancing act, OK? I’m fresh out of doggie donuts so we have to play with non-edible items. Don’t eat them.
Seriously. No eating them. I’d never live this one down.
All right Emmett, you’re off the hook. Hang tight while I see a few rooms…