We played make the bed this morning--Jim went downstairs first, let her out & made the coffee, but didn't feed her. She was very annoyed when I came downstairs. She actually frowns--I really want to get a picture of it, because it' sooo funny--ears flat, eyes squinty.

I put the cupcakes for the chicken barbecue in a box on the table. Jim found her on the table inspecting them, so he closed the box. She begged & begged last night while I was mixing them up. Christine, did you let her lick the bowl when you were baking? ;) I understand deboning chicken & opening cans, but running the mixer?