My house is currently in a state of uproar, which makes Roxy uneasy and given to bad behavior (I know, unbelievable). For several week I've had a small stack of handwritten recipes sitting in easy dog reach on a box in the corner of my "man cave" which I intended to put into that box. Yesterday I moved the box into the staging area where sealed boxes are collected and moved the recipes into the empty bookcase where I am putting odd things which need to be considered or packed. Then I went out for dinner. This is the result. I'd kill her, but then she'd just haunt me.
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