Weather: Rain today.
A lazy day was had by Becker and I yesterday, boating on Friday kicked our asses I guess.
Or maybe we are just getting old, or both. Today it is a cookout over at Mom’s house.
I’m still trying to get internet hooked up over there, At&t says it does not exist,
I told them the lady that lived there before had it, they are sending out an engineer to
investigate.
A far more accurate account of the events of that fateful
morning….
Baby bear goes downstairs, sits in his
small chair at the table.
He looks into his small bowl. It is empty. ‘Who’s been eating my porridge?’
he squeaks.
Daddy Bear arrives at the big table
and sits in his big chair… He looks into his big bowl and it is also
empty. ‘Who’s been eating my porridge?’ he roars.Mummy Bear puts
her head through the serving hatch from the kitchen and yells, ‘For God’s sake,
how many times do I have to go through this with you idiots? It was Mummy Bear
who got up first. It was Mummy Bear who woke everyone in the house. It was Mummy
Bear who made the coffee. It was Mummy Bear who unloaded the dishwasher from
last night and put everything away. It was Mummy Bear who swept the floor in the
kitchen. It was Mummy Bear who went out in the cold early morning air to fetch
The newspaper and croissants. It was Mummy Bear who set the damn table.
‘It was Mummy Bear who walked the bloody dog, cleaned the cat’s litter tray, gave
them their food, and refilled their water.
‘And now that you’ve decided to drag your sorry bear-arses downstairs and grace
Mummy Bear with your grumpy presence, listen carefully, because I’m only going
to say this once….
‘I HAVEN’T MADE THE F***** Porridge YET
