True story....

OK so there I was...on the edge of the cliff about to be strangled to death by my own grandmother..... OK thats another lie...But I know it DID pique your curiosity just a bit.... Anyways, I'm gonna tell you a story.... Now this story is completely NON-fictional.....Don't forget it. So its a Monday morning. I'm doing wretched math homework, and slaving away over my desk when I hear a soft voice....."Juliannnnn?" The voice says...."Uh oh." I  thought...Lets go over whats happening here. Mom is gone running errands. Brother and sister are gone. Its just Claire and I. This could only mean trouble. "Can you come down stairs Julian?" Oh boy....Now i'm scared. What am I going to find when I come down stairs?!?! A dead body? A fire?!?! Two dead bodies?!?!?! I didn't know what to expect but it could only mean trouble. I was right. So I slowly creep down the stairs and when I come to the bottom I see the kitchen. No no...Not the regular kitchen. Th kitchen after hurricane Katrina blasted through it. "CLAIRE. WHAT HAPPENED HERE?" (He says through gritted teeth.) "Mom said I could make a special treat for th dog." Uh huh. In my head I'm just thinking "Ok you cooked something for the dog. But dos it really require blowing up the kitchen!?!?!?" I regained my composure and said, "Ok Claire so your making a dog treat for charm, (Our dog), why do you need me?" "Um because...well...let me answer your question with a question." Oh boy heres our little attorney making her case. "Are dogs allowed to have extra virgin olive oil?" Oh boy. Yep there it is folks. She didn't have a certain ingredient. So the next logical explanation would be to just substitute it with another completely different ingredient right? WRONG!!!!!! So the end result of that story was that we kept the dog outside for the rest of the day...Because we had no idea what would be coming out.