Great day for a giant hole in the roof
Thus begins the makeovers
“Who wants to feed the dogs today?”
“Let’s keep the dogs!” I’ve been pleading their case since 2006. “They’ll teach the children responsibility and empathy!” But so far, the only person who’s becoming more responsible and empathetic is me.
What would he do without me? Probably get some sleep.
All Doug heard into the wee hours of the morning: “What’s that rustling in the ceiling? It’s a mouse. Do we have to hire an exterminator? Listen. No, I think it’s a chipmunk. I am not killing a chipmunk. Or maybe it’s a squirrel? Where the hell do we have a squirrel-sized hole in the house?”
When morning arrived, the real culprit revealed itself: a surviving helium birthday balloon, dancing to the air conditioner.