Old food and dogs.

One of my many, many, bloody, undercooked hamburgers. This was a pizza burger, so the prego blended in with the blood and it was easier choke down. Needless to say my tum-tum didn't feel the greatest afterwards.





We accumulate boxes so stinkin' fast we were stock piling them in our basement. Last month I finally upgraded to a bigger garbage and we (as in me) have been slowly clearing them out. Upon breaking down all the non-recyclable pizza boxes, I found these. I thought it was picture worthy. Two separate boxes, both over a year old. Yum.





This is Adam's mini chihuahua. He said it's six months old and just learned how to walk. That's a pint glass in the picture on the right. I had more pictures but they were all blurry. It's poop can't be bigger than an almond.