our dog's on the roof.

As with all families mine is no different. We all have our inside jokes our inside stories. We re-tell stories and re-tell jokes. As outsiders look at our family they might not understand what on earth we are doing, but we get it. We know what's going on. This week while I'm at home one has come to pass through the winds of time yet again. It's a story that goes like this:

A family goes on vacation leaving Grandma and the cat at home. The family gets a family friend to watch the house, Grandma and the cat. While on their vacation Mom calls home to check up on things. Each time she calls home things are going okay. Until one day close to the end of vacation, Mom calls home and asks. "How's the cat?" The friend says, "oh, things aren't going well. The cat got out of the house and was hit by a car." Mom was very shocked and surprised! "Why did you tell me the cat died, you should have just told me that she had climbed up on the roof and wouldn't come down! I could have found out when vacation was over." "Oh, sorry" said the friend. The mother then preceded to ask about Grandma. "How's Grandma doing today?" she says. The friend responds "Oh, well Grandma, she's, uh. . . she's. . . on the roof."

So long Lou Lou. I hope the view is better from the roof.