Don't try the cornbread!

Dinner tonight provided much entertainment and laughs for all. A particular crew member, who we shall refer to from this point on as "Ms. X", made beans and cornbread for everyone. Tom grabbed a big hunk of cornbread and started in on it, when all of the sudden the color drained from his face and he made a mad dash to the garbage can and passionately spit out what was left of the cornbread. Now, for those of you who know Tom, he is not the drama queen that this incident would suggest. "Something wrong with the cornbread?" I asked. "Not if you like eating a salt lick," he answered. We decided that we'd try it on Bill, since he eats just about anything and enjoys it. Bill took only a few crumbs to taste, and the look on his face was priceless. Along with his comments afterward. It turns out that though the cornbread was from a box, Ms. X had decided to "sweeten" it with some of the white granules from the not-so-clearly labeled tupperware on top of the microwave. Oops! Bill took it outside and dumped the remains into the water. You know it's bad when he won't even give it to the dog!

Speaking of Keeper, her first bath today was very successful and uneventful. At first she tried to run away from the hose, but then resorted to standing still with her tail between her legs, all the while glaring at me as I soaped her up. We're still friends though, and now she smells of Pert Plus rather than dumpster drainage.