If your kids hang out with my kids in the next 3-5 days, and suddenly come up to you yelling, "Shit! Shit! Mother Puss-Buckets! Damn It To Hell!", you may blame me. And you're welcome.
We're throwing a beach party tomorrow and I have fried more chicken in the last 4 hours than I have ever in my entire life.
Oh, and I decided I'd wash the bathmats prior to my in-laws arrival, because I'm classy and an excellent hostess.
Well, no good deed goes unpunished because DAMN IT I left a towel on the side of the utility sink and of course it fell into said sink and stopped up the drain where, conveniently enough the washer empties into. And well, the water has no where to go but onto the floor.
But, before you feel bad for me having to mop up the laundry room, bottom of the pantry and half of the kitchen, remember that we keep our litter box under the utility sink and guess where the water hits prior to flooding the laundry room, pantry and half of the kitchen? YES, I HAVE CLEANED UP MOTHER PUSS-BUCKETING POO WATER. Thankfully Chris arrived home just as I got all of the poo water out of the rooms and he was able to empty the clay-water laden poo box and hot mop the house while I took a Silkwood shower.
I'm planning on enjoying myself at the beach. Oh yes I am.
Friday, July 25, 2008
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2 comments:
Ewwwww, Ick, Ack!
Happy beach days!
Woman! That is crazy! I am so sorry. We have had so many calamities over the years I truly can feel you pain.
Btw, keep locks on your toilets. That was a big flood for us (we refer to it as the flood of 04). Especially as it was an upstairs bathroom.
(((hugs)))
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