
I don’t mean to spill the beans about what goes on in our household, but Those Two eat at the coffee table a lot. Mama C took this steamy photo of me last night just before she booted me out of her spot. Hey, I was just warming it up for her. I swear there’s a kernel of truth in that statement!
Puns are said to be the lowest form of humor, so I hope this post doesn’t make you want to drop me like a hot potato. Aw shucks, I’m done here — stick a fork in it!
Dear Mr. Oxbow,
Ya makin me hungreeee! that lovely arranged plate of food looks scrumptious!
In fact, corn on the cob is on my menu for tonite’s supper. I’m sure your olefactory receptors were going wild with the smell of supper…not for you. Corn on the cob is difficult enuf to eat WITH teeth. C’est la guerre…
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