Remember this post:
'The other do-hickey you slide a roll of toilet paper on. The boys have their own bathroom with a do-hickey that randomly refuses a new roll of toilet paper. How do I know that? When I go in there I often find a roll of toilet paper on the counter ABOVE the do-hickey. I then replace the toilet paper for them and at that point in time, it works!'
Here is an update for you. I happened by the boys bathroom yesterday. I was speechless. I stood in amazement.
Not sure how long I stood there but not long enough to absorb what had happened.
There it was, just as I remembered, just as it should be, a fresh roll of toilet paper on the counter.
But wait! What's this?
As I got closer to examine something protruding from the toilet paper roll my speechless mode changed to a hysterical laughter.
Are my sons really trying to make me bonkers or is it a bonus for me being their mother?
The do-hickey, which has a place to be, was sticking out of the roll that was on the counter.
My sons are as thoughtful as I knew they were. They are not making me bend down to unhook the do-hickey to replace the roll of toilet paper anymore. Either that, or they enjoy entertaining me.
The long drives, stuffed in the back seat of our Pink Rambler, in between two sisters is where I learned the art of throwing daggers with my eyes and how many songs can be sung with words like 'this' and 'that', causing the tongue to shoot in the direction of whichever sister you were mad at the time with. All the while, having an excuse in the lyrics of the song. All that, and plethora more...
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