WordlessWednesday wasn't really wordless at our house, and the words weren't very pretty also. Poor Mom ran home at lunch to feed us and found herself locked out of the house. Dad forgot to unlock the kitchen door like he does EVERY day for some reason. My theory is the heat must have fried his brain and he was just trying to work up the courage to go back into the "hell kitchen" (he calls it that) at work. Anywhoo...Mom can't get into the house, front and back door are locked. So her only choice is to into the basement...dungeon...dark hole in the ground...keeper of spidars and snakes to get into the house. Did I mention she had to go wee wee really bad also!! Well, a few weeks ago Mom gets spooked after reading a weird book and decided to block the kitchen door leading to the basement in case bad people try to come into the house to steal us. (Sam is laughing his fool head off at this notion) Do you see where this is going ???? She blocks it with a small pantry and it has the microwave on top of it along with her scentys pot and a vase....soooo Mom ventures into the tomb of hell and up the rickity old steps in the dark, with cobwebs hanging off of her work clothes and shoves, shoves, shoves, shoves the door until the vase breaks on the floor, and the micowave is hanging off of the cupboard. Finally, enuf of a crack is there that she can barely squeeze through and she gets into the kitchen. Shattered glass all over the floor, her running to the bathroom, us barking cos we know someone is breaking into the house to steal us. Poor MOm....We heard many words on wordless wednesday and none of them I can put on paper.