An Almost Wordless Wednesday: Never piss off a sheep dog

Ben: You left me. You messed with the bathroom doors.

Me: Yeah, we've been off the grid for a few days, making a pilgrimage to the desert for cleansing and spiritual enlightenment.

Not really. We were in Las Vegas for a collegiate basketball tournament. Go Zags!

I will have a rollicking pictorial account of the trip sometime in the next decade if I can ever figure out how to down/upload photos from my smart phone. Stay tuned. Should be available by March 2122 by my calculations.

In the meantime . . . .  Here's Ben's take on our absence:

What's up with this doorstop you left in the upstairs and downstairs bathrooms? It doesn't change a thing. You're gone. And although I love the H's, I'm home alone. I want my bathrooms.


Basketball? Phffttt! Get over it.  


The Two-legged Missus' socks? She'll need them next week. I'll just make them better. Oi! 


The tissues? OK, shredding's kinda fun. Oi! Oi! Oi!


The plunger and bathroom scrubber? Euw-wwwuwww. Really bad idea in hindsight.

I honestly have NO IDEA where he got my socks.

Just a hunch, but I think Ben has abandonment tissues, don't you?