We got a popcorn popper at work…like the big ones in a theater. Today
was
my turn to make the popcorn and clean the popper. I just cleaned it. I
am somewhat buttery.
I got up during the night and saw the living room light on. I asked
Vanessa what she
was doing and she said she had to clean the dog’s ears. We usually do
it cooperatively,
me holding down the muzzled dog and she cleaning. For her to do it by
herself is about
like Steve Irwin wrestling a crocodile.