LeeAnn of Not Afraid of Color wanted to hear about the Bad Basset Boyz adventures, so they very politely accommodated her.
At 10 PM we head out for a mile walk. It is cool, beautiful and so quiet in the neighborhood.
We get home and decide on a dessert of pound cake and peaches. Well, maybe some ice cream, I did walk a mile, you know.
Frank says, it is too hot in here, I am going to check the lines in the attic. Yes, at 10:30 pm. Yes. Of course. He clears out 3 buckets of overflow water, pours a gallon of bleach down the line to open it up, and hands me the vacuum cleaner.
I notice McGee is being quiet. Always a bad sign.
True to his nature, he has taken the new roll of toilet paper to his bed, by ripping the whole hardware off the wall, and shredded every last sheet. All over the bathroom, the bedroom and halfway down the hall.
You have no idea how much a single roll of TP fluffs up when shredded...............