The FRUITLESS and The FAULTLESS

It’s a new song title I want to give to Taylor Swift

Skin chilled, sitting here resting my laurels on the 8 ball going in the medium side pocket. sddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddd…. that’s from nodding out at the keyboard. My finger pressed down, my eyes closing and wella…a whole lot of fruitless going on. I went in the bedroom for something and found an empty sandwich bag laying at the feet of my collie mutt Sugar. She wasn’t apologizing as she lay there on the bed looking at me, wondering if she was going to get it or not. She didn’t. It was a test. She won. Who leaves a sandwich bag of chocolate chip cookies laying around with 5 dogs in the house that will sniff them out the minute you leave the room? They were there a whole day before they were found. Wonder what took them so long? They were sitting behind something with only a corner of the plastic bag showing. Guess that’s all it took. The bag was not torn. It was carefully opened at the seal. That’s a Sugar thing. She has a very soft mouth. I knew when I inspected it who did it, even though she didn’t try and hide it. I hope the chocolate doesn’t make her sick. That’s the only thing I regret. They never get chocolate and seldom sugar, if at all. Next time I’ll put it in a drawer…