because he told me he’d kill me…

if I posted this.

When my parents arrived last week, they arrived OF COURSE with presents for the granddog: a steelers bandana and a package of gourmet doggie biscuits.

These biscuits came in a clear plastic box with a red ribbon, and are called “pawk avenue” or something stupidly cute like that. The biscuits were in four little stacks inside, four different shapes, with little sprinkles and fake white chocolate, etc.

They sat on my kitchen counter until after the wedding. The other day, I decided to crack them open and give Sadie a treat or three. I left them on the kitchen counter, and gave them no further thought.

Last night, I was watching TV, and Kev was rustling around in the kitchen.

I hear: *rustle rustle…crinkle…chomp…??*

Kev: uhh…babe? are these things uhhh…dog biscuits?

ESC: oh yeah my mom…oh my god did you just try to EAT ONE???

Kev stands by the counter, forlornly holding a dog buscuit with one bite taken out.

Kev: they looked like COOKIES!

ESC: HAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHA OHMYGODICAN’TBELIEVEYOUATEIT!!!

Kev: I saw them there the other day and thought they looked good! and then I saw that they were open now….

ESC: HAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAAA!!!

Kev: shut UP!!!

ESC: well didn’t you read the LABEL? I think there’s a picture of a DOG on it!

Kev: I don’t read LABELS! I just thought they looked GOOD!

ESC: what did it taste like?

Kev: actually…nothing. kind of tasteless.

later that night, in bed

ESC: mmmfffmmmm*snort*hmmmheeeehehehehe

Kev: what?

ESC: eheheheehehheeee…nothing!

Kev: WHAAAAAT????

ESC: YOU ATE A DOG BISCUIT BWAAAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!!!!

Kev: shut up.

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