Daisy has regressed severely. Last night, she decided she wanted to poop on our carpet. Today, she decided she wanted to pee on our carpet. Unfortunately, we didn't catch her in the act for either of these misadventures. The first time, we had admittedly grown a little lax in watching her since she had been so good so far, and the second one, I had my back to her while I was doing the dishes. Well, these two accidents led to me catching her in the act of trying to poop on the carpet again tonight. Let's just say she doesn't like me anymore, and hides in her cage whenever I come near.
I made a bread pudding today. I don't know why, but I just decided I wanted to make one. It tastes alright. Anna says it's good. I've honestly never really had bread pudding. I hope this tastes like it should.
I would have made monkey bread, but we didn't have any refrigerated biscuit dough or a bundt pan. (For some reason, I always spell refrigerator "refridgerator")
I don't really have much else to say about today.
Tomorrow will be Anna's father's first day returning to the pulpit as a head pastor. I guess that determines where we are going to church in the morning.
Apartment 102: Donna
I don't know much about Donna. I do know that my first impression of her was that she looks like she should be living in a fancy retirement community and not in subsidized housing. She's a taller, slender lady with short silver hair. I'd say she's in her early 70s and still pretty spry. She likes to sit on her porch and smoke and play cards with other residents. She waves to me if I see her sitting on her porch, but she never says much.
Charlie's regressed lately, too. Jeremy's family was here for 2 weeks, and he developed a habit of pooping very sneakily on the air mattress Jeremy's brother was sleeping on, and now he's doing ninja-like pooping in the 2 seconds we turn our back to him...he'll be on the couch, whoever is with him will, say, run to the fridge to get a drink, and when the person returns, Charlie is on the couch, just as he was, but there's poop on the floor. Maybe it's a conspiracy.
ReplyDeleteIf the bread pudding tastes like a soggy pie made from French toast, yet has a surprisingly high deliciousness quotient, it tastes like it should
ReplyDeleteJana: It is a conspiracy.
ReplyDeleteJoel: That's exactly what it's like. I had a hard time convincing myself it was actually cooked.