If I'm being honest, I'd say that Bandit was less interested in this than I was, but you know what, she can't type. So, in general, my problem with instant mashed potatoes flakes isn't that they exist. My problem in this scenario is that someone purchased two full Safeway bags of them and then left them on the street. I mean, why?
Now I just feel bad for all the other people who went to Safeway looking for these huge bags of instant mashed potatoes flakes only to realize that the store was sold out. On another note: One of the hardest decisions I've ever had to make was whether or not to take these and sell them on Craigslist.
It wasn't too long ago that I let Bandit get a tattoo (top photo). I mean, she was 2 1/2 years old (almost 18 in human years) and it seemed appropriate. Like most bad decisions, that one came back in a pretty harsh way. The bottom pic is how I found her when I came home from work last night. She's livin' the thug life. Next thing I know she'll be biting policemen and walking with a limp.
