It was raining and all I could think to do after putting away the other groceries was to take a shower, put on some comfy jammies, and snuggle up on the couch.
So before eating dinner I jumped in the shower. Got comfy, heated up dinner then Reagan and I sat down to dinner.
I ate a couple of bites of yummy chicken then shoveled in some rice. It was scorching hot! It burned the very back of my throat. Why I didn't spit it out is beyond me. I mean it was just Reagan and me. It's not like I was in a restaurant trying to act like I had manners.
Instead I let it burn the back of my throat. Genius.
Next thing I know I drip ketchup in the middle of my collar bone.
Apparently I'm new to eating. Never a dull moment!