Phil Has A New Hobby

I'm sure most people know that Phil enjoys playing squash, reading non fiction books about English history and watching what Janet calls the incredibly stupid F1 races.  Seriously - how many times can you watch cars go around and around a track?

His newest hobby - turning running water on, leaving the room for an extended period of time to do something else only to go back to find out there is now a flood.  This would normally be called an accident, but when it happens at least three times in less than a year, one has to now consider this is an activity he enjoys.

Yesterdays flood started in the kitchen and then ran down into the basement.

Fortunately, Janet was at work so had little involvement in the clean up.

Maybe he just enjoys using the Wet Dry Vac!  It's all kind of warm and humid downstairs.  A tropical vacation one short stairwell away!

Look at this little cutie that now lives around the corner from us.  Ten weeks old and couldn't sit still for a nano second!

We got a little carried away at the park the other day and were so muddy that Phil felt the need to hose us off.  Rain water and water from puddles we choose to go in are very acceptable.  Bath water and hose water, not so much.

Unlike other years, this year did not turn out to be the annual Christmas cookbook exchange where everyone buys everyone else the same cookbook.  Janet purchased the new Whitewater cookbook for herself and as gifts but turned out she was the only one that did so.

Italian Wedding Soup.  The people said it was good.

At Phil's office, they had a bake sale for a realtor who goes to Honduras every year for humanitarian purposes.  Previously, he built a school and this year he wants to build a clinic.  Janet was pressed into service.

She made Phil help.  Janet has now decided that Phil whips out his "I'm helpless is this department" card in an effort to get out of helping in the kitchen.

It's kind of a small booty, but there was only 3 days to work on it and it was cutting into Janet's quilting!

This is bound to spell bad news for me, Pashyminders.  This is the bedroom wall where I lay at bedtime.  Janet just noticed how dirty it was and washed a strip down the centre for further proof.   Two things - how could she not notice and let it get so dirty and will I be trucked off to the Puppy Perm and Curl Palace?

Two bookends.  We reminded Janet of Noodles and Rockers sitting together and Rockers would rest his head on Noodles back.