Bella and I came back from our walk this morning to find Dom had cleaned the microwave and was in the midst of cleaning out the refrigerator. He’d located the source of the really foul odor: bad cheese. What a wonderful husband!
Of course, he then proceeded to give Bella his birthday card to play with. The one that plays the Chicken Dance over and over again. So that was our lunchtime entertainment. But, hey it amused the toddler and led me to discover on Wikipedia that the Chicken Dance was written by a Swiss accordionist in the 1950’s. Bet you didn’t know that! (And now I hope at least one of you out there will have that annoying oompah stuck in your head. Misery loves company.)