Secure Dum Dum
Shut up! Go to Hell! Damn it!
Yes, swears were coming from the dining room, and they were not pretty.
I knew as soon as I heard them, whose voice it was.
I rolled my eyes. Whose idea was it to have Sam watch Dum Dum?
Yes, my husband's fifteen-year-old nephew had been keeping an eye on the parrot while we were on vacation.
He and my husband were doubled over with laughter next to the cage.
My husband had tears in his eyes from the levity.
It’s the first time I had seen my husband laugh like this in a long time.
It was so good for him!
I turn my head, so if they would peek out, they would not know that I had been just as sneakily been peeking in.
We all know I am the enforcer, and they obviously do not want to be caught.
Tonight when the Bible Study Group gets here, Dum Dum's cage will be secure in the basement, however.
I'm not the one named DumDum.
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