It's a Doug eat Dog world...

Things are CRAZY!!!! We are"moved in"which just means that there are boxes up to the ceiling in every room, but 3 of those rooms are already painted! Mom and I were painting twenty minutes after we had our keys. The truly harrowing thing is that mom and dad have to be out of their apartment and in with me by the weekend. Their house is not ready to close yet, but it is right across the street. Jennifer, Nini and Emma Bailey will be here on Friday (WooHoo!!!) which just adds to the massive intirest column that is my daily diet. Doug is here and has been a huge help in moving. The only problem is that like Jon, he also has strange tendencies when it comes to dogs, it just seems to manifest in one particular way. Yesterday, I fed our dog Charlie an end piece of bread because we were out of dog food. She gummed around on it and like three quarters of the children in the US, dropped it onto the floor because she didn't like it. I was one of the one quarter children who had to eat their crusts and whose mother told them their whole lives that it was the most nutritious part. I finally figured out last year that this was a falsehood and I was confused because my parents never did the Santa Claus thing because when I was little and asked if he was real, she said that she couldn't lie to me...
Anyways when Jon saw Doug ten minutes later he was eating a sandwhich...with an end piece. Jon looked at it and asked with a curious voice, "Hey Doug, where'd you find that end piece?" Doug answered, "Dude, I found it on the floor, I think one of the kids dropped it so I made myself a PB and J." Eeeeww!!! But that is not the grossest thing that he did. This morning, when I got back from spinning class, I told Jon (because he still hadn't purchased dog food) that I had fed Charlie the girls left over cereal. Doug piped up "Did the girls bowls happened to be the ones on the kitchen floor? Because I used one for MY cereal this morning after you guys left." I seriously couldn't stop laughing even while poor Doug was running to the bathroom and dry heaving into the toilet. Jon advised him that maybe he should just not eat things on the floor anymore. I couldn't even comment at that point because I was laughing so hard that I was collapsed over the island with tears pouring down my cheeks.