cinco!

  i swear, i did not touch the dishwasher! i was sitting at the table, and it just "came on". i don't think i can even blame a kitty. maybe ... poltergeist ? heck, had i known it was going to come on, i would had loaded it too.

 

last night, crazy weather and all, Mac still wanted to go out. it was near my bedtime, so i wouldn't let him. i think he punished me. i'm not sure when he did it, but i did find poop in the downstairs tub.

why can't he just be like Rocky and enjoy the simple things in life ... like the curtains!