Bad Mommy!

It just started raining really hard about 15 minutes ago, and one of the downspouts near the patio has been overflowing, so I made a mental note to get up and check that it wasn't overflowing into any of the containers. When I did, I discovered that poor Alex was outside, trying to curl as much of his body as possible under the patio table! I don't remember putting him outside after Bobby left this morning, but I must have. While I wouldn't put it past him to open the sliding screen door by himself, I doubt he closed it behind himself again.

He looked drowned and miserable, so I gave him a good rubdown with a towel and a peanut butter bone to apologize for being such a bad Mommy. :(

Writer's Block: No place like home

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I'm done my articles for the day, and it's still three hours before I can expect Bobby home from swords practice, so before I get back to eviscerating my to-do list, dangit, this question appealed to me (probably because I've been talking so much about Manchester in my other posts), so I'm going to answer it. Officially. For the first time. *scary eyes*

( Manchester )