After dinner tonight, Bradley and I were watching tv in the living room when we realized that Ethel was missing. Bradley called her name, then muted the sound so he could hear where she was. We heard a rustling in the kitchen. Bradley had taken the trash can out of the cabinet so he could dump the remains of dinner into it (chicken dumplings, if you're wondering), but failed to put it back in the cabinet. Ethel saw this as the perfect opportunity to supplement her dry dog food diet. She was somehow in the trash bag, and the majority of her body was covered in dumplings. That by itself was just hilarious to me.
Then it got even better.
Bradley was mad. Furious. He was mid-rant, fussing at poor little Ethel, when Ethel looked up at him innocently....and burped. Burped!
Oh, I lost it. I haven't laughed that hard in a long, long time. As Bradley carried her (at arms length) to the tub for a much-needed bath, tears were rolling down my cheeks.
Are we seriously adding a baby to this circus?