pulling shredded cheese out of the fridge,
discovering the package was open,
causing cheese to spill all over the floor.
and before i could put the half-empty cheese bag on the counter
the-vacuum-named-Olive was there to the rescue,
nibbling away... taking care of the cheesy mess.
if she could talk, i would imagine she would have said:
" is that cheese on the floor? don't worry mom, i got this."
thanks Olive. you're a champ.
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