Speaking of the dog...Yesterday afternoon, Peter and I finished purging, cleaning and organizing the pantry. Peter and I have markedly different approaches towards cleaning and organizing. We survived the pantry experience and are still talking to each other. And, admittedly, the pantry is definitely in better shape.
But anyhoo, "the dog." We filled up several trash bags full of cans, partial sacks of flour, rice, etc. Last night, prior to leaving for book club, we prudently put all of the trash bags outside. All but one, which was inadvertantly left in the kitchen. The trash bag that contained loose flour and a big jug of old Mrs. Butterworth's syrup. Can you guess where this is headed?
We returned home after bookclub to a kitchen floor pockmarked with deadly clumps of white flour and syrup. The suspect, Clementine, had a whiter than normal very sticky beard, and showed no remorse.
I had to use lots boiling water to clean up the mess. I think the flour and syrup combination could be the new super glue...
8:24:41 PM 
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Our front yard has taken on the appearance of a typical Alaskan homestead: One dead washer. One dead dryer. One dog.
