Beef and Seizures

I like to use my supposed “fragileness” to my advantage…
This morning Tamara was preparing some ground beef to put in the crock-pot for chili and dropped some delicious beef grease on the floor. I decided I should try some of it but Tamara told me “NO”. I of course pretended to walk away until she turned around and I promptly walked back and lapped up as much as I could. I decided to then ignore Tamara when she caught me again and I got a little smack on my butt.
Apparently having a seizure that she blames herself for doesn’t mean I can have whatever I want in the kitchen. Bummer.
Jenni would have let me have it. I miss her like I miss my side hair that keeps falling out sporadically.