Came home from work, changed into my new puppy-walking pants. Believe it or not, Cooper demands that I wear them because he feels it shows my love. Warmed up leftovers for dinner. Phil had spaghetti and I had a hotdog and pickle.
Phil turned on the game in the living room while I checked my email, charged my iPod (a hand-me-down from Phil), and spend countless hours on Facebook.
On this particular evening, I made another black cherry cobbler (had bought 2 just in case more people came over on Friday so we had one left over), which we devoured as soon as it came out of the oven. Here's Phil showing off his heaping portion.Coincidentally (or so he says), Jack showed up just as I sat down on the couch with my bowl on the premise that he had to pick up a letter that they had "left in my car" after the weekend. I think he just has a 6th "Dessert" sense, actually.
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Ya think? Funnily enough, he "found" the letter as soon as he got home! He 'membered he put it in the shoe bag!
How much [of MY fav] cobbler did Cooper get?
No cobbler for Cooper this time (surprisingly). There is leftover cobbler in the microwave and ice cream in the freezer if you're interested, although I'm not sure if your trainer would appreciate me offering!
Must be nice to live close to people that are allowed to eat junk food. They make it...you just happen to come over...and then you get to help them eat it because it would be rude to say no. Yep, must be nice!
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