Its Sunday night…no really it is Sunday night. Seriously,  just play along okay?. C’mon, this is my pretend magical place of where everything I say is true and fascinating…so please It is Sunday night at 5 pm. ‘The Chicken just went in the oven. (Starting to sound like a joke right…?) The Dish went outside with the Tine and the Nug to do a combination of manly/dog things. And by manly I mean tinkering around with the four wheeler and by dog things apparently I mean trying to eat a porcupine. 

So from 5 pm to 5:01 pm…The Tine and The Nug went from this

To This

I went from drinking this

To THIS

And the chicken…well lets just say we had a change of plans

P.S. No Animals were injured in the writing of this blog post. However The Tine and The Nug were injured during the conception. Therefore we are under court orders not to discuss our impending lawsuit, wherein we are sueing The Porcupine for extensive pain and suffering and damages.

P. P. S. As of the posting of this post it is no longer Sunday at 5 pm, even if it is Sunday at 5 pm.

The Dish:  A Vapid Blonde? 

A Vapid Blonde: Yah?

TD: is there a top blanket for this?

AVB: Yah.  

TD: ???

AVB: Dooo you want me to put it on right now?

TD: No.

AVB: I could put the blue fuzzy soft duvet thingy on?

TD: You COULD do that?!…

AVB: Not now though I will do that over the weekend. See right now I am totally immersed in very important things and can’t bring you a blanket or put the fuzzy thing on.

TD: (LOUD FART) 

AVB: ???

AVB: All you can do is Fart at me? 

TD: I could shit on your side of the bed.

M: ???????  (stifling a snicker!)

T: JUST KIDDING 

M: Really cause I was so looking forward to that being the end of my day.