I’m eating my coffee.
I told my son to leave the dryer door open when he takes the clothes out of the washer, because it needs to dry out. (Dad caught and corrected that one, for the perplexed teenager.)
WANTED puppy feeder. Must be able to tolerate growling, ankle-biting, chihuahua mommy, while simultaneously handling wriggling puppies with an eye dropper full of formula. Needs to be able to operate scale, identify and record correct puppy weights, with no sleep. Feedings are every three hours, must provide own, clean towel, as all of mine are dirty.
🙂 Happy Monday!