David, the love of my life, hubby/plaything, and my target for laughter is celebrating his birthday today. Yes, he made another trip around the sun, minus a small piece of his index finger on his right hand this past summer. See past posts for full stories.
Stubby/hubby/plaything turned 57. Yeah he's ancient but what can I say, someone has to take care of him. If he's not trying to flood the house or electrocute himself by changing a light bulb or cutting off appendages with a table saw... I just have to keep my eye on him when he's home.
He took the day off from the office so that means I need to watch him. I should train the puppies to do that. To alert me if he gets to doing something that might be dangerous...
Spunky: Woof woof woof!!!
Me: Whats that boy? Daddy's down the well?
Spunky: Woof!
Me: And he's got the table saw with him??!?
Spunky: WOOF!! WOOF!!
Me: And he's changing a light bulb down there??
Spunky: WOOF!
Me: Timmy's with him?
Spunky: WOOF!
Me: And Lassie too??
