hrh_disney_queen
<font color=red>My DH has the hots for Stacey<br><
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Oh my. I've had an interesting 20 minutes.
My satellite internet starts acting up, and I can't do anything online.
So I figure, I'll go look for some batteries while I'm waiting for the satellite to straighten itself out, so I can make sure my keyboard doesn't die at some inoppurtune moment.
I go into the pantry, and of course the batteries aren't where they're supposed to be. So I start rummaging around, find an empty Cheerio's box, hand it to my DS3, and tell him to throw it away.
I spy a loose battery on the pantry floor!! Cool, I'm wondering what the chances are that I can find 3 more runaway batteries.
I start moving stuff around, empty bags that we save for who knows what reason, 40 rolls of toilet paper, ooooooooooooh, looky, runaway battery number 2!!
I find a bag of old Halloween candy (ACK!) somewhere in the back, and HEY! ANOTHER BATTERY!
And then I swear, something hissed at me. Well, I wasn't about to waste any time sharing a small, cramped space with some freaky snake, so I hauled it out of there, grabbing my survival kit before slamming the pantry door shut.
I spent the next three minutes, doing the heeby jeeby dance. You know the kind, where your body involuntarily jumps and jiggles, trying to get the ew-yucky-vibes off?
I look back at the pantry, and decide that the snake can stay there until DH gets home because no way am I trying to pit myself against that nasty hissing creature.
I take my survival kit, and steal the batteries out of there, so now I have 5!! And yes, I know, what am I thinking, what if I need those batteries, but really, it's a survival kit for the jet-ski, with a flashlight/batteries/waterproof matches/some thermal poncho thing to keep you dry and warm, etc.
It's for the jet-ski's, and it's in my pantry. Not really doing me any good if I get stranded on some deserted island, now is it?
So, I come into the office, start taking the old batteries out of the keyboard, and my DS3 comes in and he's freaking out about something being closed. He's extremely animate that I need to come check it out.
I follow him...as he heads out the door, across the deck, and down the stairs.
I ask, "What the heck are you doing?"
"My not doin nuttin. Come on."
I continue to follow him. We walk to the end of the road, where he points to the trash can that got put out yesterday for trash day, and the empty box of cheerio's I had given him earlier. He was trying to get the box into the trash can, but couldn't open the lid.
Oh. My. God. My son took the empty box to the edge of the road all by himself to throw it away. I had meant for him to throw it in the trash can in the kitchen, and I didn't even notice that he went OUTSIDE!! To the ROAD!! By HIMSELF!!
We come back inside, and I have to go to the bathroom. As I'm sitting on the toilet, I happen to notice something.
Something yellow.
In my bathtub.
SOMEONE PEED IN MY TUB!!!!!!!!!
I guarentee it is not my son, so that means that one of our pets is climbing into the bathtub and peeing in there.
I just KNEW this was not going to be a good day.
Sorry in advance for posting such a horribly long post, but I'm Shore, that's what I do.
Can I just borrow a line from maddhatir? I AM PEEING!!!!!





