Monday, May 4, 2009

Here's what happens when . . .

. . . you give your son your password. He writes things like "my Cadillac of sons." Yes. It's true. He wrote that previous post. I want my other sons to know this, in case they read this post (which I doubt they will). Sons, you are all Cadillacs to me.

Okay. You'll see yourselves here. I used your info about "Dogs" and "What They Eat" for the column. My gratitude runs deep. Thank you.

2 comments:

Louise Plummer said...

Great column. Regular dog food must be disgusting. Imagine what the diet stuff must taste like. Just put out a bowl of broken up Barbies. They'll snarf it right down.

Alec said...

I think the brothers would have murdered me once and for all if I had been the one to pull that stunt (since they already think I am the favorite anyway...which I am).

I was glad to see Leila's consumption of used Kleenex make it into the paper. Though I am grateful that she didn't contribute more.