Beyond the fridge

The Dizzle and I spent about two hours emptying and cleaning the fridge so that we could put the Christmas food shopping away. During this time he developed OFD (Obsessive Fridge Disorder) with the result that our sauces are fully aligned, our salted  and unsalted butter carefully separated,   and our cheese partitioned. He now won't let us near it for fear of our creating disorder. 

Still, at least we are now a bit better prepared. And it was a very happy couple of hours. I mean really happy, with lots of laughs, fromage tossing, and an incident with a foaming beer bottle that was strictly x rated. It is proof that even the littlest and most mundane things can be great if the company is good  and the mood takes.

Took Dylan to the vet. His surgical site is a bit of an infected mess. Steroids, antibiotics and a lifelong commitment to cleaning his bum and putting vaseline on it ...

Scrappy day in the office. Roll on the weekend.

Eleven pipers piping