The other day, (Easter, to be exact), I was doing laundry and went in my bedroom to hang some things up. I walked in and was going to my closet when I heard all this commotion in the bathtub.
I don’t know what made her go in there and think that jumping in the tub was the thing to do, but she could NOT get out. The tub is a bit sunken on the inside and with no rug for traction, she was good and stuck. Desperate and pitiful whining like you can’t even imagine. The little fat ass.
However, this did not prevent me from leaving her there long enough to go get Kessa and let her come in and we both took pictures of her cause that’s the kinds of bee-otches we are.
What on earth do you think she was thinking to hop in there all by herself? If there had been even a crumb of food, I would have expected it… but no.
Last night overheard in my house:
Squealing and laughter along with some yelling and aggravation. “MOM! Make Kessa give me back my M&M’s!”
And without missing a beat these words came out of my mouth: “Kes, give your sister back her M&M’s before I spank you.”
And the most surreal part?