What Boys Do

I give up.

I accept it. 

I can't change it.

This is what boys do.

And this.

And this.

Ugh. 

I can't say I wasn't warned.

I was.

I just thought I would escape it.

Not.

Meh.

Little Blue Towel

You just keep appearing all over the place in locations that you just don't belong and aren't welcomed. 

Little blue towel, don't take his personally, but I think I hate you.

It's really not you little blue towel.  No one warts to claim you therefore I have no choice but to believe that you are the naughty one.  Not them.

Cause none of them have ever seen you.

Just ask them.  They'll tell you.  

Meh.

Crisis Averted!

The good news is that Shane actually started the dishwasher on his own free will.

The bad news is that he used concentrated dishwashing liquid.

The good news is he was so proud of himself that he showed me exactly what he used.

The better news is that I was able to stop the dishwasher and get the detergent out of the cup because he had just started it.

Whew. Crisis averted!

For The UMPTEENTH Time

How many times have I told them to not put their stupid wet towels on the floor.

"Them" being those little people that live in my house.  You know.  My very own personal paybacks.  

Meh.

As you can see, they really listen to me.

Not.

Meh.

So.  If you're wondering how many times I have told them, it's been at least a bazillion.

Including this time.  

It can also be referred to as "umpteenth."

And if you're not familiar with that quantity, it's a lot.  Certainly enough for them to know to hang their wet towels and not throw them on the floor.

But they will deny it.  And roll their eyes at me while they do.

#paybacksabitch

It Was Bound To Happen

Sometimes you're reminded of the passage of time (and how quickly it goes) in the weirdest of places. 

Like the bookstore for example.

It was bound to happen.  

Just not sure I'm ready for all of this.

Ugh.