I heard this dripping sound the other day. I was reading on the couch and kept noticing it, but it was so faint that I put it down to the bubbles popping at the top of my Diet Coke, which was sitting on the table beside me. A few minutes later, Serge walked in and said, "Hey, what's that?" He was pointing at the carpet. I got up and went over to look at the carpet too, and said, "Sara peed!" Then Serge started saying, "Bad Sara, bad!" as he walked into the kitchen to fetch some paper towels. Then I heard the dripping sound again. I said, "Something sounds like it's dripping." God I'm lame sometimes. Because it wasn't until Serge came over and looked up that I realized that water was leaking from the ceiling. He puzzled it all together faster than I did. Just like he does with every plot line. I had already accepted that Sara had peed on the carpet, so it didn't play into the "dripping sound" part of the situation. I know, lame.
We went upstairs to Gordon's apartment, but he wasn't home, so we let ourselves in. As it turned out, the filter on his aquarium had a little slow leak that was dripping down the wall. We cleaned it up with some of our towels, adjusted the filter so the water didn't leak out, and left a note. In the note, we mentioned scolding sara before realizing what had happened.
The next day, Gordon knocked at the door and gave back the towels with a box of cookies. He apologized for the trouble and said that the cookies were a little gift for our trouble. I was going to tell him that it wasn't necessary, until I saw that they were peanut butter cookies, with the little crossed fork marks on top, My Favorite! So instead I thanked him and came inside. "Hey Serge, Gordon brought us some peanut butter cookies!" And I showed him the box. Serge made a face, since he doesn't really like peanut butter cookies. I tore the box open and was delighted to see that they were little two bite cookies (one if you're a pig). We hadn't eaten dinner yet, but one of these wouldn't spoil anything. I bit into it. Hmmm. Really hard. Kind of cheap tasting, not very much peanut butter in these things.
I took the box and looked at it again. President's Choice. Wow. The first time I've been disappointed with one of their products. Are they expired? I looked for the expiration date. Then I noticed the littlest font sized words where it says "pour chiens". Then I noticed the dogs in the picture. Then I showed Serge and we both about died laughing in the kitchen. He howled, "This is the second time you've accidentally eaten dogfood." He was referring to the time I unconsciously licked the fork after dishing out wetfood from a can. You probably had to be there.
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