February 5th 2013 4:53 am
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This is a replay of last night's dinner conversation:
Setting: Mom and Dad in the kitchen, helping themselves to delicious roast beast, which had been cooking all day in the crock pot, torturing Sophie and I with it's odors. In addition, Mom had cooked up Pillsbury frozen biscuits.
Mom, to Dad: "Why are you opening a new margarine? I used margarine this morning and the tub was almost full."
Dad: "I looked in the fridge and did not see another one."
Mom goes to fridge and looks inside. She sees a second margarine tub, but it is still inside it's packaging. She does not see any other margarine tubs.
Wee Lass: "Pennie ate the margarine."
Little Lad, sarcastically, in a sibling dig to Wee Lass: "How would you know that?"
Wee Lass: "It's in the Living Room."
Mom goes to living room. She knows that whenever I sneak food I take it to the living room to eat it. I am a well-bred Shelter Special. I like to dine formally. Sure enough, in the living room is a margarine lid, slightly gnawed and a margarine tub, well cleaned.
Word of warning: If I need to go outside in the next few days; I need to go outside NOW, as in I am well-lubricated inside.
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You must be slicker than a greased pig on the inside.
Howz things comin along today?
BOL,BOL,BOL!!!!!!!!!!! WAY TO GO PENNIE!
Mom has refused to exam any of today's evidence. She figures however slick it is, it should freeze in the next day or so.
"Swicker dan a gweesed pig..." BOLBOL, Zoe! Yu hab a way wif werds :D