Billy bought me a box of chocolates for Valentine’s Day, and when I went to have one, I found that Christina had eaten them all. So Billy bought me another box of chocolates, which I kept on my desk in my office so Christina wouldn’t be tempted. Tonight I got home to find that a certain dog who will remain nameless jumped onto my desk, carried the box across the room to my couch, and ate every last one of them. I don’t know how he is still alive. Maybe I’ll have a beer. Pinot hasn’t figured out how to open the refrigerator door – yet.
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