I decided tonight to time it.
It being, how long it took IR to bolt downstairs upon smelling food.
52 seconds from the time it left the microwave. I made some potato and garlic soup, knowing the smell would drift upstairs. I had barely made it to the table when I hear;
THUD...... THUD.... sniffsniff sniffsniff sniff.... THUDTHUDTHUDTHUDTHUDTHUD
IR - "Hm. sniffsniff Mashed potatoes?"
Me - ".............."
IR - "... Well, want some cold chicken?"
Me - "I've uh... Got, dinner.. See?"
IR- "Ohhhh... I see! Soup?"
Me - "No thanks, got some."
IR - "Hm. ...Hm."
He then proceeded to grunt his way into the kitchen to fetch his bucket o'cold chicken, then groan his way to the couch to scarf it.
*I have mentioned that almost every movement of his is accompanied by a grunt or a groan of exertion, haven't I?
Friday, July 23, 2004
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