mybuddybinks
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Happy monday all...
I can't help but laugh as I'm sitting here typing this...
Due to "uneasy" truce conditions, Binks gets fed in the kitchen, and the girls get fed in the bedroom.
So I came back in & shut the bedroom door...and the grey boy is outside pounding on it & asking to come in.
I holler out "In a few minutes, buddy...the girls are still eating"
and he pounds harder...with a plaintive "But it's Binksy knocking!!! Don't you recognize my voice?? It's Binks!!
Let Binksy in...NOW!!!" :lol: :lol:
And I also have to share a little insight into my evil nature...
Last night I went down to make dinner for the Momster. She's still quite miffed at me, and she's a big fan of the silent treatment.
Had 2 options for dinner, one that she likes, and one she doesn't. When I asked her what she was hungry for, she snapped
"i don't care...just do what you want"...and I was oh so tempted to cook the meal she hates! :twisted:
I didn't, of course...because she weighs about 91 lbs...but the fantasy was sweet :lol:
3 of 5 p's for the B this am...unless Pounding on the door counts...
and if my mother knew I was sharing stories about her with you...
Happy monday all...
I can't help but laugh as I'm sitting here typing this...
Due to "uneasy" truce conditions, Binks gets fed in the kitchen, and the girls get fed in the bedroom.
So I came back in & shut the bedroom door...and the grey boy is outside pounding on it & asking to come in.
I holler out "In a few minutes, buddy...the girls are still eating"
and he pounds harder...with a plaintive "But it's Binksy knocking!!! Don't you recognize my voice?? It's Binks!!
Let Binksy in...NOW!!!" :lol: :lol:
And I also have to share a little insight into my evil nature...
Last night I went down to make dinner for the Momster. She's still quite miffed at me, and she's a big fan of the silent treatment.
Had 2 options for dinner, one that she likes, and one she doesn't. When I asked her what she was hungry for, she snapped
"i don't care...just do what you want"...and I was oh so tempted to cook the meal she hates! :twisted:
I didn't, of course...because she weighs about 91 lbs...but the fantasy was sweet :lol:
3 of 5 p's for the B this am...unless Pounding on the door counts...
and if my mother knew I was sharing stories about her with you...