Plotting Our Next Diabolical and Culinary Escapade…

The phone rang loudly in my computer room.  Maggie jumped off the bed excitedly and ran into the computer room as is her custom. It was my mother from looking at the caller ID. BTW, if you have phone phobias or social anxiety then caller ID is like the best shit ever invented. Period! You can actually use your phone again.   “You want to go get another Reuben sandwich tomorrow while everyone is watching football?” “I would love to,” I replied. “But we must eat a banana split at Sonic and drink a cherry limeade after the Reuben's.” I could hear my mother chuckling on the other end of the phone. “What’s so funny?” I asked my mother intrigued. “If we keep this up then you and I are going to weigh 300 pounds!”     That Irascible Papa… Papa just left a moment ago after our umpteenth hundredth medication ritual session.  Maggie put on a show any pet owner would love and be proud of.  Dogs really are and truly man’s best friend.  “What’s the Ducal Duchess doing?” my father asked as he walked across my front yard. Maggie was standing at the door. “Did the Princess of Mauritania see the royal physician?” Maggie erupted with a fit of extremely loud, affectionate, and jubilant barking. “I bet she sleeps well tonight,” My father told me with a smile as we sat on my couch. Maggie lay on the floor at our feet listening to our every word. Maggie never misses a beat. “I couldn’t sleep last night witho...
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