Now that the mornings are cooler, I do my baking when I first get up. I do the prep work the night before, and then move the dish from refrigerator to oven, and while it's cooking, check the email. Made tuna casserole on Thursday, crushed potato chip topping and all, ready for Friday dawn. Popped it in the oven on the middle shelf, with a pork roast in the old blue-speckled covered pan right next to it, and because I am a frugal person and hate to waste a warm oven, added a tray of biscuits and a pan of corn bread to the top shelf.
Brought puppy into the kitchen for his breakfast. But instead of eating his food and then moving right along to the back yard, he refused to leave.
Discovered I had dropped some potato chips, and evidently KTT had soccered them into the far corner. I saw them right about the same time ADD did, but too late to swoop. He decided after inhaling that there just had to be more somewhere. So suddenly there was this bloodhound sniffing the entire kitchen, licking up any stray crumb he found, and begging for more chips.
Sigh. Out came the mop.
Oh, well, at least the floor was clean. Even if it was a day earlier than my normal schedule.
(p.s. My gal pal Sal says her dog likes to lick the floor, too. He also likes to lick feet. She says not all her friends appreciate it. Thanks, Sally, the visual kept me laughing all day!!)
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