Random Esquire

I tried to change the dressing on Little Filthy’s legs earlier today. The gauze promptly fell down around his ankles, so to speak…and he looked like he was wearing spats. I tried again. Same result. Then Boss came home and put some band-aids on and darned if they aren’t still there. I do not understand it but no one puts on a band-aid as well as Boss. It really is the strangest thing.

In this family, I do the cooking. Boss does the laundry. This is because I would rather wear the clothes she washed than eat the food she cooked. I decided to bake a cake. I made a two layer yellow cake with a milk chocolate frosting. I sliced a piece for Boss. She said, “I think it tastes better when it’s square.” I looked at her. She said, “You know…like, baked in a big pan thing.” I said that yes, I knew what she meant. Then I poured her a glass of milk. I put it on the table in front of her. She said, “Ooo, can I have it in a short glass?” Then she laughed at herself.

Let me explain something about Boss.

She has…quirks. I find them charming as hell because I find them incredibly funny. Everything about her quirks makes me want to laugh…and then blog about it later.

Ahhhhh, love my two rotten eggs.

And cake does not taste different when it’s a square!

does it?