You may be wondering, "What happened to the dinner photos?" Wonder no longer, my friends. Yes, we are eating dinner, but no, there are not any pictures to prove it. Another question? Sure, fire away. "Why aren't there any pictures, is your camera broken?" No, fortunately, my camera is just fine. Luckily, it did not get eaten in the melee. What did happen is that I was in fear for my life over the past few evenings.
Every night, just as I am pulling a hot, steaming tray of our supper out of the oven, I am greeted with a scene that is very similar to this: 
Granted, a braver woman than I would fend them off long enough to snap a quick photo. Sadly, I am not that courageous. My survival instincts took over and I filled plates as quickly as I could, and watched my hard work disappear in a matter of seconds.
What was so tempting to drive them to this animalistic behavior? A frozen pizza Monday night (yes, I wimped out), a beef and noodle casserole for Tuesdays meal, and a Pot Roast and Potatoes dish for tonight's entree. You will just have to trust me that it was all delicious and looked good on a plate. Tomorrow, I will brandish a whip as I snap pictures left and right.
Thank you to All about Wolves for todays photo.
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