Recenly I decided to clean house--mold was growing in the toilet and it was time--I found a few items of interest that confirms this:
While rummaging through 10-Year Old's drawer, I found these rubbers:
Mind you, they are rubber balloons filled with water, but WTF? Was he planning a surprise attack of some kind?
My family knows that water balloons along with rollerblading were outlawed last December. Ok. Ok. I was the one rollerblading. But do you know how much damage water exploding from a balloon does to oak floors?
While I was putting clean clothes in the spouse's drawer, I found this:
It's an electric shock game. The idea is to place your finger on the transmitter and when the timer stops, the last one to remove their finger gets a shock. I don't even want to think about why it was hidden with his underwear.
While dusting I noticed this:
WTF? That's Judy Garland's head lying there. And I'm pretty sure Groucho or Marilyn didn't do it.
Then later while I was putting the dishes a way, I saw this to-go cup wrapped in clear mailing tape.
I didn't even bother asking.
And when I went to call the pharmacy to refill my Paxil, I saw this snake skin on Grinnie Ginnie:
OK. OK. I put the snake skin there. But that's only because I found it lying on kitchen table. The kitchen table. Where we eat.
Lastly, I was straightening up the den when I found this poem on the desk:
"I love your screaming god art everything obsessive."
Yeah, that's what she said.
Craaa-zy.
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STAY TUNED:
--Stalking at the Toronto Film Fest.
--Meg's First Guest Blogger: Unfinished Dude
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