Wednesday, May 21, 2008

The things they say . . .

They live among us . . . apparently . . .

I was standing by the front door talking to a friend about nothing specific when Owen struts into the room (in his unique Owen style), walks right up to my friend and states,
"Hey, you tan't go upstairs. Dat's where the humans fold the waundry."

Any suggestions how to get "someone" other than the humans to do all the work around here?

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