I heard a weird noise behind me this afternoon. I'd hear a snapping and popping for a few minutes, then there'd be silence. A few minutes later the popping started again. I ended up getting up to investigate, only to find Himself parked on top of a sheet of bubble wrap. The bubbles were popping whenever he shifted position, and I could have sworn there was a smile on his face.
Phoebe (the bulldog) stepped on some bubble wrap as I was packing up 634524 wine glasses. It scared the crap out of her and she wouldn't come back into the kitchen. For a bulldog, she's kinda wimpy.
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