To The Doghouse, You Cur!

Farmer H is in trouble again! No, you needn't feign surprise. We all knew it was coming. Just a matter of time.

Last night, Farmer H had his special shrimp tacos for supper. They are not hard to prepare, just time-consuming. And I DO make him put the tacos together for himself. I browned his shrimp in a pan. Made the Spanish rice from a pouch. Warmed up the refried beans. Sweated a diced onion, along with some canned diced fire-roasted tomatoes. Set out his tortillas. Lined up the guacamole, the sour cream, and the salsa, each with their own spoon laying beside them. Put shredded lettuce and shredded cheddar in a bowl.

Farmer H came to the kitchen and assembled two tacos. I was getting ready to walk, so Farmer H actually put away the cold items, leaving only the warm leftovers for me to package up when I came back in the house.

This afternoon, I was in the final step of making myself a chicken bowl. I'd already put in the rice, refried beans, roasted chicken breast, diced onions, and diced tomatoes. So all I needed was some sour cream to top it off. I opened up the tub, and saw GREEN!

You know what that means, right? The sour cream was contaminated with guacamole! Mrs. HM does not do guacamole. In fact, the first time she bought it was for these shrimp tacos. Yet there it was. GREEN in the sour cream. The new tub that had only been opened last night.

Of course, upon interrogation, Farmer H declared that he HAD used a separate spoon for the guacamole, the sour cream, and the salsa. Uh huh. Likely story.

I guess there are some really strange happenings here at the Mansion. Including this incident of guacamole un-lidding itself in FRIG II (in the dark, of course, while the door was closed) and taking the lid off the sour cream, and injecting a little bit of itself inside.

Yeah. That's more likely than Farmer H using the same spoon in both containers, right?