Saturday, March 03, 2007

No Woman, No Dine

Christ, when the hell is my wife coming home? Not only are the dog and I completely out of food - we're out of the ingredients for food, and have been surviving the past 24 hours on condiments. I knew I should have made her write all this stuff down before she left.

Gotta run. The dog just found a bag of flour in the pantry, and thinks he's keeping it all for himself.

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

I hear the sound of a very tiny violin...

Burro Hall said...

How 'bout we hear the sound of you getting your assin my kitchen and grilling me up some veal chops, pronto?

Anonymous said...

He gets carrots. You get polvo ... which has now permeated our entire casa, especially the perro's guestroom. This is what happens when one starts to think about changing pisos. Now, you can take out that tiny violin.