Tuesday, January 27, 2009

I learned a long time ago not to ask why

Noise from the kitchen:  *thud* ... *thud* ... *thud thud thud*

vbg:  What are you doing?

MB:  The dog's hitting the dishwasher with his tail.

dog:  *stands in kitchen doorway, tail facing out, watching MB*

vbg:  Uh, no he's not. I'm looking right at him.

MB:  ...

vbg:  So what were you really doing?

MB:  Pretending to be the dog hitting the dishwasher with his tail.


  1. I think your husband and I would get along just fine.

  2. Well, that's better than pretending to be the dog throwing up. Whenever I hear a thud...thud...thud sound, there seems to be vomit following it.