Friday, February 20, 2009


contrived to eat my entire grilled-cheese sandwich because I was foolish enough to bend down to pick up a candy wrapper he had undoubtedly unearthed from the trash. Needless to say, I berated him with simple insults of "Bad dog!" and, as soon as I got a grip on his collar, put him into his cage without so much as a kind pat. And then I made another sandwich.


  1. Why were you eating grilled cheese at 3 a.m.?

  2. Because she's not as fond of PB&Js.

  3. I'm usually in bed until some time around 6-9:00.
    I envy your self discipline or whatever you like to call it.
    and, yes, Wordsworth, IS a sweet dog, but very naughty, too.
    Sort of.
    Not quite.
    I give up- I just don't now anymore!
    P.S- Oh, and yeah, yeah, I decided to be lazy and just say I'm Monica the Blogger, even though I don't have a REAL quote- on -quote blog.