don't you just hate it when...

My "wonderful" dog just loves to wait for me to get the eggs. He watches to see if I will put them down to play with my girls and then eats them. He will sniff them out on railings, tables, plant boxes...anywhere I try to put them for "safe-keeping". He eats them, shell and all and I'm left wondering....I know I put them somewhere.....
 
I do believe every time I give the kids an egg to bring into the house it does not make it to the house....


The best has been my Daughter putting 4 eggs in her coat pocket without telling me so I hand her a rooster that needed reform. She sticks her hand in her pocket after the chores and goo comes out and I then her where the eggs are... We came into the house and I have her start to strip the layers- coat (check) "but Mom my dress is wet..." Dress (check) And there is a wet spot on the jeans I made her put on... and on the tights under that.... And she then tells me the good news.... "The good news is that my Underwear is not wet"
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Lately the eggs have cracked under the cold temps and so I have had to break it up for the chickens and I am learning the cartoons don't lie with their thoughts on kung fu chickens.... They will fight to the death for those eggs!
 
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Oh gee, pocket omelets are the worst. Especially if they're pant-pocket types. I once put an egg in my pant pocket, thinking I'd take it out less than a minute later. Nope. Ended up with a disgustingly slimy soup in my pocket.
 

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