Ha ha, Joan, this isn't what you thought!
Last night, King Kong got loose and was trying to leave the back yard. At 10 o'clock at night. In the dark. He is an escape artist, and #2 is always afraid that he won't come back again.
Last night was no different, and #2 ran around with a flashlight. He caught the cat but forgot we have a pond, and fell in. Now, the pond is only waist-deep, but still, the bottom is mucky and has water plants in it.
#2 came back to the house carrying a dry cat, but wearing soggy muddy pants. We won't even talk about his shoes- they squeaked as he walked. I told him to go to the front porch and take off the shoes before coming in, and to take his muddy pants upstairs.
Later that evening...
Helen came over and we decided to have a glass of wine. #2 came in and asked for a sip, because "...I deserve a glass of wine after falling in the pond and then having the cars honk at me".
"Why did cars honk at you?" I asked. Innocently. that's always how I ask these things.
"When I took off my pants on the front porch, the cars started honking at me. I was standing there holding my pants as I took off my shoes, and every time a car would go past it would honk at me".
:OMFG:
:loudsigh:
"#2", I gasped,"I told you to take your *shoes* off outside and then go upstairs and take off your pants. And even if I didn't describe precisely where to take off your pants, I sort of assumed you would never choose the front porch as a place to strip". I gasped that because I was laughing so hard I could not breathe. Because, you see, not only was he nekkid from the waist down, I had thoughtfully turned on the porch light so he could see to take off his shoes. I imagine he was backlit quite nicely.
Helen nearly drowned in her wine, and for some reason, CJ left the room.
When Poe ain't happy, ain't nobody happy.
Poor #2!
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