Picture if you will a fresh smoothie made with blueberries and raspberries. Now imagine said smoothie falling from a height of about 4 feet and landing in the vicinity of white walls, butter-yellow chairs, light wood and a freshly clad boy, the unwitting catalyst of this catastrophe. There are, of course, only ten minutes before he has to leave for school.
What was going through my head at that moment?
Call a realtor, find a new house and leave no forwarding address...
6 comments:
Been there, done that. :-) Yep, the best thing is to just pick up and move to a new house.
hmm I visualised your dog coming in and licking the smoothie everywhere from the floor and furniture and boy within the 10 minute limite. Wouldn't that be a solution?
I wish! I tried that- she wouldn't touch it for some reason...
You have the best way of describing accidents, lol.
Well, when C was 4 he decided to "draw" a 4' high mezuzah in permanent black marker on his white walls. We repainted about a gazillion times before putting the house on the market.
I think you're onto something. Kind of like a witness protection program for the slovenly. Somehow, I imagine all of us on a bedraggled beach somewhere wearing frayed cutoffs and sipping fruity drinks made with cut-rate tequila...
Sounds great! But then it would have to be without kids because they'd certainly spill my tropical drink and with my luck my next undercover placement would probably be Cleveland...
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