The other day I came home from a hard afternoon of shopping for Thor’s Tip-Top Thunderbolts and Ten-Trailer Tornados only to find that the weather cavemate had carelessly left out some cream-filled cookies. As nature devours all in her path, I devoured said.
The cavemate returned and was either none the wiser or chose to question not. That is, until an hour later when the ‘mate inquired as to the whereabouts of the gourmet dog treats for pampered pooches.
Wednesday’s forecast: Sprained necks and unlicked groins.