So, the husband is remodeling the kitchen. It's all good, I'm going to have a lot more efficient use of the space when he's done. However, it's just him and it's taking time. The living room is piled with old cabinets and plastic bins full of cookware and stuff and nothing is easy to find right now. Everything is higgedly piggedly, and cooking is something of an adventure.

We have a dog. A 100 pound black lab mix. He's mostly a good dog, with a pleasant personality, but he is convinced that he's starving to death, constantly. Seeing as every time we see the vet, they lecture me about his weight, the dog is mistaken! However, there's no explaining that to the dog. He is a food thief, when no one is looking. I had to buy a metal breadbox, because of this animal. He can eat a dozen rolls faster than you can say knife. At that speed, he usually eats half the plastic bag, too. Because of this, we named him Hoover.

There was a small plastic grocery sack with the vitamins and such like in it. I think it was just sitting on a crate of something else. Last night, Hoover got into two "child proof" containers. He got kid vitamins and some valerian. It's been cleaned up, and the containers tossed, and the other vitamins and such put elsewhere.

Now, valerian is an herb that people use as a sleeping aid. Well, it's what I use it for. Even in capsule form, which this was, it smells pretty bad and tastes horrible. I don't know how much the silly beast ate. He might not have eaten any, because of the smell/taste.

Last week, because of the same issues, Hoover got a bag of yellow split peas. You do not want to know what that looks like, coming out the other end.