Bark Of The Dead
(There are scratching noises coming from the attic.)
Little brother: “Mommy, what happened to Sheeba?”
(Sheeba is a dog of ours that died before my brother was born.)
Me: “She died.”
Little brother: “No, I mean what happened to Sheeba’s body?”
*pause*
Mom: “There is not a ZOMBIE DOG in our attic.”
Question of the Week
Have you ever met a customer who thought the world revolved around them?
