The very thought of Bobbie licking off a plate that he may eat from is more than he can handle…but she likes sour cream, and I had a little left. And, admittedly, I’m a total germ-o-phobe, but the biologist in me knows that the high heat that washes and drys our dishes is enough to kill a small mammal, much more bacterium.
Bobbie loves me. No wonder.
 | Lauren on Time… (hanging head in shame) This year I completely abandoned any organizational system for bills, receipts and papers. When tax time ... |
 | Peggy on Quisp. In my house. HA! That is hilarious! |
 | Brad on Time… In classic Dad fashion, I keep all my pay stubs and receipts for each year in a shoe box. ... |
| Peggy on Time… AHHHHHH!!!!! You said the 't' word. |
 | Kristi on Time… Oh, that's painful. We mailed in our quarterly estimates last week. That hurt, too. |
Harold should never, ever eat at our house again.
I thought I was the small-mammal killer in the family. But at least I use pellet guns, clubs, and shovels. You use a dishwasher?!?