Hey It’s Jet Here.
I’m trying to practice understanding, really I am. Of course, Scooby Doo Academy stresses good behavior. Understanding remains as challenging as patience for a herding K9 like me. Following Mom back and forth from the kitchen to the office to the kitchen to the garage freezer, to the kitchen to the car to the kitchen with these bag thingies, to the office, to the kitchen… you get the idea.
Mom shared with my human sister, Rachel, on Friday night that the next week will be something called insane. She has four Kitchen Counselor classes, including one class where she will make smoothies for 500! I scratched my ears to make sure I heard correctly. 500, Mom? Yes Jetty, 500 people in 1 hour no less! I will have two blenders going besides ours. Phew, good to know Mom. Hey Mom, is that the reason the machine which holds all of Ish’s delicious eggs looks like you cannot fit one more ounce of stuff in it? Indeed.
Hey Mom, is that why JJ accompanied you to the outside freezer like 100 times? Correct again. Rachel did a fantastic job manipulating all of our personal items to fit everything in. Did you listen to us giggle when chatting how we left the grocery store without any frozen fruit? Well almost no frozen fruit.
Mom, why did you shop again today if you did all that last night? Great question. I have a class at University of Miami tomorrow and needed to purchase those ingredients today, since we did not have room last night because of the Farmers market ingredients.
Wow, no wonder we needed a nap this afternoon. Hey Mom, one last question. If the outside freezer and the inside freezer and the refrigerator cannot fit another thing, why can’t JJ and I help out? We like fruit, yogurt, turkey, eggs, butter, veggies, etc… I know sweet boy, you two help so much, however, this food must feed others. We’ll have special treats on Friday. Ok, Mom… I guess…
Another great day… well actually night.
P.S. Mom, of the 45 bananas you purchased, ripened, peeled and froze tonight, would it have been too much to ask for a taste before you brought all 45 to Miss Mary Ann’s freezer? Huh?