Just Thinking About Mischief Potential

Hey It’s Jet Here.

Oh, Little Miss Typist got the assertive (VBP – vocab builder project) triple “NO!” from Mom just now because she pressed the keys which caused yesterday’s post to post again (think Mom fixed that) and the post Mom and I were working on to zap into ether!  She’s sulking now, behind Mom’s chair.  No worries, JJ, breakfast will still be served in 17 minutes!

Ok, back to our original thoughts… this is how my human sister, Rachel’s room usually looks to Little Miss Curiosity and me.

rachels room door closed

Yesterday, Rachel zoomed in to pick up her ice skate blade protectors and here’s what her room looked like.

rachels rm door open

You thinking what Little Miss Carry All and I were thinking???

Another great mischief potential day!

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The Pesto Pasta By Far…

Hey It’s Jet Here.

Ok, I’m starting to see why some Moms get the Super Mom title.  After work yesterday, Mom hit the grocery store to purchase last minute items for my human sister, Rachel’s, cooking endeavors.  Then she returned home and reviewed over 210 emails, deleting more than 132!  Since her sleep totaled 6 hours in two days, she tried to nap for about an hour and then zipped to an appointment.  As she was leaving, Rachel and three friends arrived to resume Hunger Games premiere cooking.

Mom returned to find, hmmm… let’s see how to put this gently – PANDAMONIUM IN THE KITCHEN AND DRAMA IN THE HOUSE.  You know teenagers and their love lives.  We K9s keep it simple, we sniff, we play, we mount – JET, yes Mom?  You know I do not approve of that last action.  I know your friend Sam taught you when he constantly did that to your sister, Koko.  Oh, ok, Mom.  Anyway, Mom noted silently the slow pace of progression through the “to do” list.  She felt another late night coming on.

JJ and I sat beneath her as she attempted to work on the computer, giving her moral support while the following noises traveled down the hallway:

  • SPLAT!
  • OH NO!
  • WHAT DROPPED?
  • CLANK!
  • WHAT DO I CLEAN THAT WITH?
  • SORRY, I DIDN’T MEAN TO DO (FILL IN A BUNCH OF BLANKS)

Finally, Mom jumped in to the rescue, when the group numbered two: Rachel and Jesse (from 10:30 – midnight).  She helped complete the quadrupled pesto and guided Jesse on combining and storing the sauce with the pasta in Ziplocs.  Jesse worked on the last bag while sitting on the floor and the BEST worst thing happened… the bag burped and sauce went all over the floor.

No worries Mom!  I leapt off the couch and JJ bounded out of bed to clean the floor in minutes.  We doubled our clean up efforts with quality control of course.  I then proceeded to help Mom with my expert dish licking abilities as Mom loaded the dishwasher for the 2nd time of the night.

We won’t get into the hot chocolate volcano… until… well, let’s see what tonight brings!

Another great and tasty day.