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cosmolinguistI made breakfast for everybody today, since we had leftover (veggie) chorizo sausages from last night's dinner. (Everybody in the house, human or dog, seemed to be having a tough day even by the time I left for work at 9:30, so on my walk there I was wondering what I could make for dinner that'd be nice and I thought hot dogs would be good.)
The sausages came in a pack of eight and the buns were in a pack of six, so I said I'd make the rest for breakfast.diffrentcolours requested breakfast burritos, so I made them for him and me, with the sausage, some surprisingly good veggie bacon we've just started trying, scrambled eggs and cheese. I left enough of the not-meat to make some for mother_bones later, with potato cakes instead of in a burrito.
As I was standing at the stove scrambling the eggs, Gary trotted into the kitchen with a sleepymother_bones following, asking him "what? What did you want to show me?" He trotted right over to me and looked up at me pointedly. He turned to make sure she was seeing what he was seeing. He looked very much like he was tattling on me. She couldn't believe he'd dragged her in there just to tell him I bad a frying pan full of things that smelled delicious. Which she already knew. She was not impressed at having to go to all this effort, having been tapped so forcefully in Gary's attention-getting way that she worried I might have fainted or something.
We decided that Gary would be totally useless if someone fell down a well.
The sausages came in a pack of eight and the buns were in a pack of six, so I said I'd make the rest for breakfast.
diffrentcolours requested breakfast burritos, so I made them for him and me, with the sausage, some surprisingly good veggie bacon we've just started trying, scrambled eggs and cheese. I left enough of the not-meat to make some for mother_bones later, with potato cakes instead of in a burrito. As I was standing at the stove scrambling the eggs, Gary trotted into the kitchen with a sleepy
mother_bones following, asking him "what? What did you want to show me?" He trotted right over to me and looked up at me pointedly. He turned to make sure she was seeing what he was seeing. He looked very much like he was tattling on me. She couldn't believe he'd dragged her in there just to tell him I bad a frying pan full of things that smelled delicious. Which she already knew. She was not impressed at having to go to all this effort, having been tapped so forcefully in Gary's attention-getting way that she worried I might have fainted or something. We decided that Gary would be totally useless if someone fell down a well.
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Date: 2021-03-17 08:39 am (UTC)