Showing posts with label I Never Know What He Will Do. Show all posts
Showing posts with label I Never Know What He Will Do. Show all posts

Thursday, March 3, 2016

You Told Him WHAT?

We bought a rug at HomeGoods. 

Steve and the rug manager took it out to the truck while I paid for it. I walk out to the sidewalk, and notice the manager is looking at me funny, and ThatManILove is saying, "She's recovering, though. We just have to watch her." 

I play into what I think is going on, saying "Yes. If I start twitching, it's past time for my drugs." The manager has this sickly smile, and a weird look on his face. 

We get in the car, my friend Becky and Steve laughing uncontrollably. 

Me: "What did you tell him, ThatManILove?" 

ThatManILove: I said, "You need to watch her. We go shopping with her, but we normally don't leave her unattended, especially to pay out for us. So you might want to make sure she paid. She's a recovering kleptomaniac."

And yes, the manager checked my receipt. 

It's never boring around here.

And you absolutely, positively cannot make this stuff up.

Saturday, February 2, 2013

My Cajun German Shorthair, Zack

Zack is a Cajun dog.

He comes from a long line of German Shorthairs, but when it comes to things of a culinary persuasion, he’s a Cajun.

I know.

I caught him.

Again.

Stealing.  Trying to break and enter.

Trying to break and enter into my ONLY precious box of Community Tea.   That my friend, Connie, arranges with her friend, Raymond, to bring in from Louisiana.  I would have been down for the count until their next scheduled shipment of contraband. (Why don’t they sell that here in Midland, Texas?)

The twerp.

I heard him.  Zanna, perched atop the brown comforter, went all alert.

First clue.

Then, I heard another noise.  Like a box.  Cellophane.  Snap, crackle, pop.

Zanna went more alert, and poised her body for instant takeoff.

I decided to beat her to it.

I rounded the corner, and voila.

Zack had taken the brand new box of Community Tea bags, off the wayyyy back of the kitchen counter, still wrapped in cellophane, and was trying to break and enter.

That, my fellow dog lovers and/or readers, would have been a holy mess.

Thank God I caught him.

What the heck???



He ALMOST had it faded, the twerp.