The other morning I was in the back of the house doing some
work on the computer when I heard Carlos in the laundry room and then a crash.
I started to ask what had happened, but Carlos beat me to it.
“What fell?”
“Nothing back here. What happened in the laundry room?”
“Nothing, but I heard a crash.”
I met him in the hallway and he asked:
“Was it in the bedroom?”
“I don’t know. I wasn’t in the bedroom.”
“Was it in the bathroom?”
“I don’t know. I wasn’t in the bathroom.”
“Was it in the guestroom?”
I shrieked in my best Carol Burnett as Eunice voice:
“I WAS IN THE OFFICE!”
Carlos goes into our bathroom and into the closet all the
while saying, “Was it in here? Was it in here?”
Sidenote: I went to the kitchen and saw the culprit: Ozzo.
He loves to sneak cat food from their dishes the moment we leave the room and
he got tangled up in the cord to the landline and pulled the phone off the
counter.
Carlos is still searching the house for signs of a crash. |