You may be asking, "What was Boo doing during all this?" He was sitting in the hallway looking back and forth at me and Scout with a slightly nervous look on his face. I could see it in his eyes that he was saying, "It wasn't me. I didn't do it. Don't be mad. Don't yell at Scout, either." He gets very pitiful when there's a ruckus. It's hard to be mad at Scout when he does these things and I'm not mad. I just don't want him killing things and brining them in the house. I mean chipmunk's are a bit of a menace but he's obsessed. It's an addiction. Maybe I should send him to rehab.
Oh, and then after the whole debacle, surprise surprise! He puked. All of his dinner. He's only been eating once a day lately and he puked the last two times he's eaten. So far this morning he's kept his breakfast down. Of course he's dying to go outside right now but I'm nervous that he'll A) go out there and bark his stupid (sorry) head off or B) find another critter to chow down on which means he'll then C) puke. I hate spring!
Dinner tonight: I was going to make Pasta a la Betsey (it's a shrimp pasta with sauce kind of like vodka penne) but I think it might be a bit too nice for a heavy meal like that. So, I think I'll do some sort of burger or the like. We'll see.
I'm hoping it will be nice after school so that I can take a bike ride. There are chances for pop up storms so who knows.
All right...best get a move on. Happy Tuesday! Later!


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