Monday, July 18, 2011
The self appointed PANTRY SENTRY
"His self- MR JD- or as I like to call him MR R.PITA [R= royal PITA= pain in the arse] has appointed himself PANTRY SENTRY. He stationed his kitchen observation bed right at the entrance of the pantry. You can't walk in or walk out without his knowledge or consent. This sudden desire to join the working class is quite different from the perpetual couch lounger I have known him to be. I was puzzled at first. I was fascinated by the sudden call into service. I approached him to ask him about it and my nose stopped me. Two good deep sniffs resolved the mystery. The self appointed PANTRY SENTRY was down here when the groceries were unpacked. I am sure his new job has everything to do with a fat, big leg of Virginia ham that is now hanging high above everything in the pantry.
Well Mr PANTRY SENTRY, while I admire your sudden call into service, should I tell you about salt cured ham? Even if, by some magical intervention, that thing were to fall right into your bed, at most you would take one bite because it is saltyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy.... You know what? I am not going to say a word. I like the fact that now you have a job. Hahahahaha.
Hey momma, the PANTRY SENTRY has vacated the couch, your pillows are nice and safe.
Sometimes when momma and I cuddle, and I lay on her,she reads her I Pad. She has lots of cooking magazines on the I-Pad. If I am getting a belly rub while she is reading, occasionally I don't fall asleep right away, so I read whatever she is reading. And that whole article on salt cured ham was interesting. Knowledge is POWER~!