Aug 26, 2005 00:19
Conchita, the maid, has the day off. Too bad for Ron it's the same day he discovers what happened to that rib roast he left on the counter. Baxter, that clever little mongrel, had jumped onto the counter and absconded with it. But Baxter was a little dog, and couldn't eat all of the rib roast. He left the remains to moulder in the guest bedroom.
Ron found the remnants of the roast when he went to investigate the source of the foul odor he just noticed. After shrieking for twenty minutes when a maggot landed on his hand, Ron grabbed some gardening gloves, a bucket, sponges, and lots of Pine Sol. And bleach.