Yesterday my puppy stole my pants from the laundry basket. Naughty puppy.
I’ve been able to fill up the pantry, now that my kitchen is nearly finished.
Chasing the puppy to retrieve my pants, left me panting.
Sometimes I can be a tad flippant when I really should take things a little more seriously.
The rams in the field near my favourite dog walk are rampantly engaged in making next years lambs.
Just so you know, I’m based in the U.K., where underpants are more commonly called pants, or even knickers! If something is dreadful, it may also be referred to as ‘being pants’!
Thanks to Linda G Hill, I am a participant in this week’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday.