"How did you convince Don to let you foster three puppies?"
Well, it's a series of steps, actually.
1. Ask for five.
2. Negotiate.
3. Agree to take only one.
4. Take two by mistake.
5. Ask for three more.
6. Agree to take only one more.
... and so on.
Somehow, Don thinks he's lucky there are only three.
I used to feel guilty about this, but not so much any more. It's all a matter of logic. The other day, Don said (sadly) "If only I could just sleep through the night."
You see, not only do we have puppies, but Don's dog Iggy is getting up there in years and every couple of nights he decides he has to go pee in the wee hours of the morning. So he barks, and if I don't hear it, Don sighs and gets up to let him out.
So I said, "I don't mind getting up in the middle of the night. If you hear him bark, just nudge me and say, "Iggy" and I'll go let him out.
At about 1:30 the very next morning, Don nudged me. I said, "What?" He said, "Iggy." I didn't hear anything, but I got up anyway and went downstairs. And Iggy was fast asleep in his crate.
Ipso Facto: If there are no noises, Don imagines noises. So even if I had no puppies, he would imagine that I have puppies. So I may as well have puppies. Yes?
3 comments:
your commentary is hilarious I love it ....you need to start your own column...that is your future I think...
You think way too much. Here's an easier way. When Don says, "I don't want to get 3 puppies", you say, "That's Toph."
My husband just said I spoiled this strategy for myself by reading this to him... oops. Guess one pup is good for now. I'll have to think of my own strategy...
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