In today’s Monday Morning Mojo we learn how a bulldog can do some serious damage without ever opening his mouth.
WHAT: One mirror
HOW: Hubby was taking a shower when he heard a crash. He opened the shower door and witnessed his bulldog scrambling to get out from under this mirror.
MOJO’S REACTION: Wah! (runs out of the room)
HUBBY’S REACTION: Awwww. Poor little stink. That mean ole’ mirror try to jump you? (closes the shower door)
Please note: Hubby neglected to mention to Bonnie that this mirror was broken, much less how Mojo broke it. So quite understandably, when Bonnie discovered the broken mirror standing neatly in its place several hours later, she rounded up the usual suspects.
BONNIE’S REACTION: Squirt! Tiger! What did you do to this mirror?
SQUIRT: What? I didn’t do anything to this mirror!
TIGER: I have absolutely no idea what you’re talking about.
BONNIE: You weren’t playing handball in the workout room? Wrestling? Shooting hoops with the laundry hamper?
SQUIRT: I’m innocent! I swear!
TIGER: It wasn’t me. Squirt, you might as well confess.
SQUIRT: I didn’t do it! HE did it!
BONNIE: I am going to get to the bottom of this. Just see that I do!
Please note: Hubby did not think to mention the cause of the mirror breakage to anyone for 4 days, during which time Squirt and Tiger had to suffer through several lectures on The Great Importance of Honesty.
REPLACEMENT COST: None, as we haven’t priced out replacement glass yet. Of course, there is the social cost of Bonnie having to admit she was wrong to two teenagers, who are notorious for their ability to forget any honest mistakes THEY ever made. Oh, yes—and then there is time spent trying to figure out what 7 years of bad luck means in dog years.
Cue in the outraged innocence.
Yep, you’re in for a hard time, Bonnie.
Uh oh. Poor Mojo. 🙂
Poor Mojo. Was he saving the world from the evil mirror?
He’s such a cutie.
Me thinks the seven years bad luck is cancelled out by the dog’s lifespan. At least that was what Queen B was attempting to tell me as she snitched a wheat thin from me and inhaled.
poor poochy…. er ah I mean, poor teenagers… 😉
the question of seven years bad luck times dog years has brought on a huge debate in our house so when you figure it outwill you let us know?
gotta luv the monday morning mojo 🙂
Hi, guys!
I don’t think Mojo was saving the world from the evil mirror, or even from the evil bulldog inside the evil mirror, but rather was trying to bulldog his way behind the mirror.
He never goes around when he can go THROUGH.
Maybe it wasn’t a “skinny mirror” and he didn’t like how fat it made him look. I’ve had the urge to kick a mirror or two in my time!
LOL, the poor kids! I feel for Tiger and Squirt, for once they’re the innocents in a situation, kinda like the kids who cried mojo!!
Forget everyone else, I feel sorry for you Bonnie! You are in for weeks of teenager wrath! Not to mention a very long stretch of credibility-rebuilding. I suggest copious quanties of red wine.
Dear Bonnie: why kick a mirror when it’s less dangerous to kick the scale, instead? The scale never kicks back, unlike a mirror. Just ask Mojo.
Please do not feel sorry for these teenage thugs, Michelle. You do not know what I am suffering right now. And it’s all Hubby’s fault!
Yes. Red wine is the answer. As I get older, I am finding how versatile it is in smoothing out life’s little wrinkles. Elizabeth, here’s to all those who suffer from indignant teenagers. [clink]