Monday Morning Mojo No. 18
No more Toilet Paper Updates. I’m through.
A gal can only take so much carnage before her composure starts to fail. And right now, the trash can is full up to here with shredded tissue and so am I.
Darn dog.
Besides, it’s not like he hasn’t found anything else to mangle.
WHAT: One Blank Floppy Disk
HOW: There’s an old Mac in Squirt’s room that runs software from floppies. He left some of his software and empty floppies… where?
On the floor.
BONNIE’S REACTION: Holy cow, look at this! Squirt! You left some floppies on the floor and Mojo just got into them!
SQUIRT’S REACTION: Oh, that happened DAYS ago, Mom. No big deal.
BONNIE: Days.
SQUIRT: Days!
BONNIE: You left it on the floor like this for DAYS? (her evil eye comes out, and boy is it scary)
SQUIRT: Well, um, maybe not days. I can’t remember!
HUBBY’S REACTION: Awww, Mojo’s curious! He just wanted to see what was inside. Cute little bug.
REPLACEMENT COST: None.
Entertainment Value: Priceless
Comment by Teri — 1/30/2006 @ 12:38 am
Discs on the floor?? Doesn’t he realize that the mighty, mighty prowler is hunting? Bad, Squirt! Lead Mojo not in temptaion…
Comment by AE Rought — 1/30/2006 @ 5:16 am
now had it been a game or something . . . I think Squirt would feel differently!
must be something in the doggie air - my pup’s teething again maybe
Comment by Dennie — 1/30/2006 @ 6:48 am
Hmmm…I’ve never pulled one of those apart. I always wondered what was in there…LOL
Comment by Bonnie Calhoun — 1/30/2006 @ 11:49 am
Wow. That’s a shreddin’ machine you got there. Where was he when the good folks at Enron needed him?
Comment by Johnny Undercover — 1/30/2006 @ 3:35 pm
I agree with Dennie, if that had been a game, i’d have heard Squirt from here!
Comment by Michelle — 1/31/2006 @ 10:11 pm
I think I’d have a few more words than ‘cute little bug’…parrots. Need a parrot.
Comment by Mimi — 1/31/2006 @ 11:05 pm
Hey! Found you with a random google search and hit something really funny (I’m sorry, I’ve completely forgotten what) and now I’m back.
DOg #2 in our family, deprived through gating and diligent work on our part from usual spoils resulting from other dog’s willingness to steal food from counters and children but unwillingness to defind said food from Dog #2, has turned to crayons. Because we’ve learned the hard way not to let her get to the play doh.
Comment by KJ — 2/2/2006 @ 9:27 pm
Oooh, crayons! Nothing like Technicolor Poo to brighten up the back yard!
Comment by Bonnie Wren — 2/3/2006 @ 11:47 am