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| The sky-blue eyes were a dead giveaway when Paul Newman first arrived. Though he came in white as snow, within weeks he looked like he spent every waking moment under a car. |
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Soon we had to accept that he's hell on wheels, and that you can't keep him out of the kitchen. He's your classic hard-headed, independent though endearing cuss, who loves his fresh, leafy greens... |
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| He knows he's in my soup fixin's, and that I'm a vegetarian. He also knows I just finished washing those vegetables, because he was in the sink, "helping" me. |
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And he knows I put everything on the stove so that the cats on the counters wouldn't get into it as I tried to grab the phone before voicemail kicked in. Shows y'how much I know... |
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| Let us not forget that he knows I'm right here, watching him. And though there is no photographic evidence, he has two priors. This would be his third violation in as many minutes. |
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Yet there is nothing about his countenance which might suggest an, "OOPS! I should probably be moseyin' along, right about now..." |
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| Well, y'know what happens to seasoned pros who start behaving like coddled celebrities and wind up in hot water? |
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Bro eats them, with some fava beans and a nice chianti.
[No one said anything about him being a vegetarian.] |
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