I imagine that a lot of mamas (fur baby or human baby) wonder this immediately after hearing crashes in the nether parts of their homes. Most often, I'm occupied in the bathroom. It's like a law of nature.
For this crashing glass sound, I was in the shower. What the heck?! (except I said a little cuss).
Somebody found himself an afternoon snack. He just saddled up to the noontime buffet, courtesy of his ingenuity and determination.
After further investigation, I saw that the glass food jar upturn was actually a happy accident. He was trying to feed right out of the bag that we store behind the glass jar. That little stinker had eaten a hole in the side of the bag and was snacking at his leisure for the better part of the last two weeks.
I took pictures as evidence for Mr. P before relocating the bagged food to a higher shelf and sweeping up the rest. I also recounted some lessons I've been slow to learn. 1. Where there's a will, there's a way. And Oliver will find the way. 2. Don't underestimate him.
I’m a Defense Consultant with a tendency towards pulling office pranks, taking lunch breaks, and drinking Wawa shakes. I’m also an English major with a serious obsession with alliteration and rhymes. While I’m not keeping America safe, I’m priming, sanding and painting. Or increasing our fresh veg intake. Or pontificating on my newly minted status as a wife. All the while, I’m getting myself into Lucille Ball-esque scrapes and making Jim Carey-esque faces. Post-wedding, I’m bringing blogging home to explore renovations, recipes, and reflections.