At 8 pm the dogs go outside for the last time for the night. When they come back in everything is calm and quiet as they wait...........then shattering the peaceful surroundings....I throw up my arms into the air and (in that high pitched, high volume voice Adore was talking about) say:
IT'S NIGHTY COOKIE TIME!
IT'S NIGHTY COOKIE TIME!
To which the club members (I can't say girls or boys since I have one of each - so club members is short for "Boys and Girls Club") respond by jumps of joy and racing into the kitchen where the nighty cookies (Bonz) are kept. It is a strange scene and Karen is right, the middle-aged part makes is all the more bizarre, but the three of us are in our element. My husband just shakes his head.