Thursday, August 07, 2008

Brusha Brusha

Are you happy? Do you see this? I am brushing my teeth to ENTERTAIN myself. No I do not want to do another lap around the house and look at the ladder for the 85th time. Or bang on the door and ask you explicitly if we can go outside and have you say no, it's too hot, honey. Your face will burst into flames if you make contact with the sun. Tiny ribcage, folks. Tiny heart. I can only take so much.


Me. Brushing.

The hell, people. Do you leave those cords out specifically to trip me? And is that a makeup brush on the floor? Because that's where it belongs.

Oh. Ew. what is that what is that WHAT IS THAT?

Trying to remember where I found the toothbrush. Yeah. That's what I thought.

Y'all are gross.

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