See what this is? There are two turtles in this tub. There should only be one. The tub used to be Toms but he manages to climb out from time to time so he got switched to the box. I came home today to find both turtles in the tub. I asked BH why he had put both turtles in the same tub. He didn't. So, how did this happen?
This is how the boxes are in the family room. We know he has tipped the box over before so we gather that he tipped the box toward the tub and climbed in.
The box was in this righted position so we had no idea such activity was going on whilest we were away.See the magazines to the right and the black bag in front. These were to keep the Tomster from tipping the box.
The tub WAS up against the box to keep him from tipping in that direction.
I had planned on posting my final BPOH today but Blogger in its infiniate wisdom has decided that I shall not upload any pictures at this time. So these were previously uploaded pics for no good reason.
MEXICAN CANDY.
It is getting that time Ladies and Germs when everything I should not be eating becomes an obsession. Some women crave chocolate, which I have and do, but these last few years it's also been chips and wierd things.
One of them is Mexican candy. I love the stuff.
Today I highlight Tamarind Spoons. This gooey sweet and spicy glob is put on cheepie plastic spoons. What is Tamarind you ask? When Blogger gets it's act together I'll post pics. I have no idea how nation wide Mexican candy is, in our global community maybe you can get the stuff all over the world now. Here in lovely Lake Elsinore, a mere 2 hours from the border, I can indulge myself every dang day. Just in the commercial center where I work there are 2 stores where I can feed my habit.
2 comments:
I think you might have to put a video camera on Tom to catch what else he does that you don't know about!! Just like a human child...sneaking around. It's so funny how you try so hard to contain him and he keeps finding ways to get out. You should tell him he's on restriction.
I feel sorry for the poor guy really. At my old house he just roamed around. He came in and out of the house anytime he pleased. I only boxed him up in the winter. But here, with new carpet and everything else, he needs to be boxed and he can't be left outside all day.
He is just not used to all this confinement.
Funny how Mo doesn't complain all that much. Just him.
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