Today’s been a good, productive day. I slept in a bit (always a nice treat), talked with my husband, played with the dogs, sold some books to Half-Price Books, went to the Farmers’ Market, watched a documentary, baked bread, made dinner, and I’m looking forward to a relaxing evening.
There’s bread in the oven, stir-fry on my plate, and spilled Dr. Pepper on the floor. Wait! That’s not a good thing!
In all the time she’s lived with us, Molly has begged for many things. Never has she begged for soda pop nor has she gone to extreme means to obtain it.
Scout, on the other hand, is fascinated with soda pop. If I am ever so foolish as to leave it within his reach, he will knock it over in his eagerness to consume the sugary goodness. And yes, you guessed it, when I went to shape the bread loaves and start the stir-fry, I incautiously left a cup of Dr. Pepper on the end table in the living room. I heard an ominous noise coming from there, but my mind was on chopping vegetables, so I just told Scout to stop whatever he was doing. He did.
A few minutes later I thought that I’d better see what he’d been up to. First I just saw a magazine on the floor and thought it was no big deal. Then I saw the puddle of Dr. Pepper.
Okay, so I cleaned it up and there’s not really spilled soda on the floor. Still, there really is bread in the oven, stir-fry on my plate, and two dogs staring longingly at me even though they know good and well I’m not giving them any stir-fry.
All’s right with my world. At least for this few minutes.