Now he is attempting to deny me my right to normal human bodily function. I have to tell myself that it is his training that I hate, not him. Trust me. This is no easy feat as I watch him watch me and giggle happily while I fight the dreaded porcelain beast. With every thrust of the plunger, he becomes more delighted with himself and his evil works. As I squint at the stench of the beast and look at him, he smirks and points, as if to say "see what I can do to you if you don't give me cookies". He thinks he has won. I pick up the phone, begin to dial, and smile back at him. He didn't count on my secret weapon.....the maintenance man....
HAHAHAHAHAHA! You DO have your trials, don't you??! I hope I am nowhere near when he starts driving.:&
MissFontella, did I ever express my admiration of you for dealing with these kids, on your own, and dealing with them seemingly well?
haha...i love the way you wrote this girl... excellent. and i had the same thing the other day except arianna put a plastic frog down the drain in the shower...
They finally came to fix it yesterday. They had to move the whole toliet. They retrieved a gun, a electronic game, and a matchbox 18 wheeler. Kids......gotta let them live with you and feed them by law
silly girl.... if you piss him off, he will have burned down your house and cleaned out your bank accounts by the next morning
and nobody's a bigger bitch than me! and he's my baby which means he has more evil dropped into his pamper than either of you have in both your whole bodies accept it. He's a bad mutha (shut yo mouth)
