The Bratwurst and the Birdbrain. Day 8

I dropped a bratwurst on the floor tonight and cried.

Because there was mustard everywhere — even on my shirt — especially on my shirt.

And because the the bun landed splat down on the ground — there was no saving it — not with a husky in the house.

and for some reason I cried about it

my husband cleaned it up, fixed my plate, gave me his toasted bun and I went to change shirts

two hours later

I just looked down at the fresh shirt

There are guacamole stains all down it.

One more final to go.

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  1. gladysschaefer

    Well said.

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