[Dailydrool] An evening at home

[Alan Folsom]

It's nine o'clock, and DadPerson (me) is comfortably ensconced in his 
recliner, his broken ankle elevated, his bourbon and water at hand.

Boy (the name Ginger has for either of my 19 yo twin sons), comes in 
holding up some scrids and saying "look what the dogs did."  Said scrids 
are the wrappers from three extra large, dark chocolate bars.

DadPerson goes crazy, screaming for them to get the H2O2, and do what 
needs to be done.  Boy and MomPerson take both dogs into the bathroom, 
and proceed to dose Alfie the WonderBeagle until they run out of the 
magic ingredient.   MomPerson races out of the house to get more, Boy 
lets Alfie the WonderBeagle out of the bathroom, and he (the beagle, not 
Boy) proceeds to go into Boy's room  and upchuck all over the place.

Meanwhile DadPerson is kneeling next to his walker, holding Ginger the 
Basset, who seems to think what we did to Alfie was hilarious, she's 
glad we let her watch, and why won't I let her go eat the results?

MomPerson comes home with the secret elixer, and Boy takes Ginger 
outside for her adventure.  (Wow, outside!  who might have thought of 
that?) Where she proceeds to unload copiously.  Not so copiously, 
however, that when she comes in, she can't go into Boy's room and add to 
the decoration.

20 minutes after the start, Ginger and Alfie are looking suspiciously  
at Boy who is getting the carpet shampoer, DadPerson is back in his 
recliner, and MomPerson is after her own dose of bourbon.