I had a BBQ last night, actually it was yesterday because it started at 3 p.m.
It was really good. I think everyone had a nice time. Who doesn’t love turkey burgers and hot dogs? And loads of wine. I even had a pitcher of wine with fresh peaches in it which almost demands that you drink more than you might if it wasn’t there.
Today I discovered that one of my guests peed 4 times under my desk. There was only one person there that I didn’t know before. It was probably him.
He did have a dog with him but he said she was house broken so it couldn’t have been her. It had to be the guy.
He’s dating a friend of mine. I wonder if I should warn her that if he comes to her house she should keep an eye on him.
Nah, just my luck to try and do a good deed and have her get all hoity toity claiming that I was framing him because he was a stranger to me. She’d probably even claim that I did it myself just to break them up, me being a woman alone.
Yep maybe I should just keep this info in my vest pocket. It’s only a matter of time before this guy pees or drops a deuce under her desk.
I’ll just smile knowingly when she tells me about it.