I’m not saying that I’m a slob–I’m not. But cleaning up after the picnic got us this leftover:
Bologna ‘n’ cheese (yes, I used the Oscar Meyer song to spell that)
Potato chips (that were stale)
Pizza over cooked. Cheap kind.
P B &J mix
Mac ‘n’ cheese… from fridge.
Huskies don’t care. The peanut butter will be interesting to watch.
Post scipt. Didn’t happen. Chris came home and said dogs can’t have chips. Oh well. At least they got the pizza.