Saturday....

Wife feeds dogs on styrofoam plates.

Dogs eat food and rip styrofoam plates up into a thousand pieces.

Sunday….

Angry Man, “Hey Babe, don’t feed the dogs on styrofoam plates.”

Wife, “It will be fine.”

Angry Man, “Ok but I’m not picking it up.”

Wife, “OK.”

Dogs eat food and rip styrofoam plates up into a thousand pieces.

Monday….

Angry Man, “Please don’t feed those dogs on styrofoam plates.”

Wife, “I’ll get it as soon as they are done.”

Angry Man, “Ok but I’m not picking it up.”

Dogs eat food and rip styrofoam plates up into a thousand pieces.

Angry Man, “I thought you were going to take care of that.”

Wife, “I’m busy, I’ll get it later.”

Angry Man, “Ok but I’m not picking it up.”

Tuesday….

Angry Man, “Please don’t feed those dogs on styrofoam plates.”

Wife, “I’ll get it as soon as they are done.”

Angry Man, “Ok but I’m not picking it up.”

Dogs eat food and rip styrofoam plates up into a thousand pieces.

Angry Man, “I thought you were going to take care of that.”

Wife, “I’m busy, I’ll get it later.”

Wednesday….

Angry Man, “Listen there are like 20 plates out there already PLEASE don’t feed those dogs on styrofoam plates!

Wife, “Your always so bitchy, I told you I’d pick it up..”

Dogs eat food and rip styrofoam plates up into a thousand pieces.

Angry Man, “AARGG.”

Wife gives Angry Man the mean eye look.

Thursday Morning….

Angry Man getting in truck for ride to work.

Mailman sees yard gives Angry Man look of disgust.

Angry Man on cell phone, “Baby…. sweety…. could you please pick up the bits of styrofoam out of the yard today and stop feeding those dogs on styrofoam plates.

Wife, “OK, Sure.”

Thursday afternoon….

Angry Man pulls into driveway notices neighbor giving Angry Man the finger with leaf blower blowing bits of styrofoam back into the yard.

Angry Man gets out spends 1 hour and 45 minutes picking up styrofoam from yard and surrounding yards.

Thursday night….

Dogs eat food and rip styrofoam plates up into a thousand pieces.