So I came home yesterday to find hubby and both dogs happily smooshed together on the big couch. Nobody bothers to get up and greet me, they're all too comfy.
Voodoo is not allowed on the couch.
I ask hubby, "Why is Voodoo on the couch?" Hubby replies "He just climbed up and lay down. I didn't want to make him move since he looked so comfortable. And he looked so sad on the floor anyway."
I looked at the crammed couch and it's occupants. They stare back at me innocently. Then I said, "Well, somebody's going to have to move. I'd like to sit down."
The two dogs and hubby exchanged looks. I swear there was some silent discussion/debate going on. Hubby points to the other end of the living room. "There's a chair over there."
Harrumph. I see where I rank in this house.
Voodoo is not allowed on the couch.
I ask hubby, "Why is Voodoo on the couch?" Hubby replies "He just climbed up and lay down. I didn't want to make him move since he looked so comfortable. And he looked so sad on the floor anyway."
I looked at the crammed couch and it's occupants. They stare back at me innocently. Then I said, "Well, somebody's going to have to move. I'd like to sit down."
The two dogs and hubby exchanged looks. I swear there was some silent discussion/debate going on. Hubby points to the other end of the living room. "There's a chair over there."
Harrumph. I see where I rank in this house.
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