They're Baaaack!

I think this is a line from the movie, "Poltergeist." I can still see that little blond cherub, sitting in front of the television static and announcing about the demons/ghouls/whatever, "they're baaaack."

The oldies were supposed to take a 2-week vacation. They came home 4 days early. I left town a few hours before they pulled in so Big Daddy was a little shocked at their change in plans. He handled it. (He got to leave town a day and 1/2 later.)

We had a great family weekend, along with wonderful friends. Big Daddy and I drove separately and I happened to get home first. When I opened the back door, I smelled something frying. They're not demons or ghouls but my first thought was, "They're baaaack!"

She was standing in front of the skillet and he was bundled in a bathrobe over the Unabomber outfit. I let the dog loose just to let them know that I'm back too.

Not Yours

We hired a dog trainer to work with the puppy. (It didn't work.) One of the exercises was to plant things around the house -- a slipper, a cap, etc. -- and when she picked them up, we were to sternly say, "Not Yours!"

The other night, the husband started to get something out of my car. I quickly admonished him. Not Yours! I accidentally picked up his checkbook one day. He bellowed, "Not Yours!" I want to scream "Not Yours" whenever the oldies have overtaken my kitchen but that would probably be rude.

The husband and I have mastered this command with each other. The puppy still picks up slippers, caps and anything within her reach.