The White Weenie

Okay. *LMAO* I couldn't resist the title. You see....it goes a little something like this:

I'm in the middle of a project in the kitchen. I wanted to move the pantry cabinet (full mind you) to the laundry room and move the shelves that were in the laundry room where the microwave is so that the microwave stand could be moved to where the pantry sat. Doesn't sound so hard right??? It all has to be done in stages so that one area can be vacated and the carpet shampood because the moronic original owner of this house put carpet in the kitchen and laundry rooms. Who does that?????? I got the space in the laundry room cleared out and the carpet shampood yesterday (the shelves have now taken up temporary residence in the dining room with their contents all over the deep freeze and the dining room table). So off I go to move the pantry today....and that's where we find the white weenie.

How many times do I tell the kids things like "make sure that's closed before you move it" or "be careful, don't just grab that". Do you think I listened to my own advice???? That would be a HUGE resounding um...no. *lol* I went into the kitchen this morning, did up a bunch of dishes, and then looking at the pantry decided to take all the stuff off the top and move it without emptying it out. I took just about everything down, setting it on the stove and a nearby chair. Just about the only thing left up there was a harmless looking bag of flour. What could possibly go wrong with that, you ask? Well, let me tell you. One weenie dog and a careless grab of said bag of flour later, and I ended up with a used-to-be-brown-but-is-now-white weenie dog. *lol* I didn't know that someone had opened the bag of flour. I reached up, grabbed it, and swung it around to set it on the stove when it EXPLODED, showerring poor little Oscar who was at my feet as well as coverring the chair and stove. I miraculously managed to get none on me, but the poor little dog was history. He was a really good sport about it. Riley even ran in to help clean him up and of course discovered she loves the taste of flour and spent the next thirty minutes turning my kitchen floor into paste, weenie dog spit style.

So here's the pic of my little guy, all rolled in flour and looking just a little put out *lol*.

The pantry did finally end up getting moved and now safely resides in the laundry room. I've still to get to the paste that used to be the kitchen floor. I have to do that before I can move the microwave and then do the shelves in the kitchen. When all is said and done, this will have been a worthwhile project....I hope *lol*.