Apparently I sported a 1,000-yard stare at one point tonight when both nieces were high on early Easter crack-olate and boinging off the walls. Guess whose fault it was that they had that extra sugar? Im out of practice with rugrat-wrangling. Also, note to self: if you go cuddle cats at the shelter, just scrubbing every inch of exposed skin, changing your sweater and wiping off your jeans isnt enough. You will still have enough dander clinging to you to make your brothers face turn inside out and melt off his skull like a Dalí painting.
Posted on: Sun, 20 Apr 2014 01:50:27 +0000
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