I got up as usual before the crack of dawn to get ready for work and discovered the toothpaste was missing from our bathroom. Not really a big deal, but I was annoyed. I asked Ken where it was and he groggily said, "In the kitchen." Okay...umm....I had to ask why. "I was in a hurry." Apparently it takes less time to brush your teeth in the kitchen than bathroom. So downstairs I went at 5:30 am to get the toothpaste. I stepped in cat puke on the way down. This did not help my mood. Before I left I asked that the toothpaste remain upstairs in the bathroom. I came home this afternoon and went into the kitchen to make dinner.
The toothpaste was on the window sill!
I thought I had been perfectly clear about the toothpaste staying upstairs so that I would not have to hunt around for it in the dark early morning hours. So I went back and discussed (or demanded) that in no uncertain terms was the toothpaste to leave our bathroom. I hope I made my point. The next step is crying about it. Sneaky weapon to use, but a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do.Here are some photos of my cuties and their new Easter baskets. ( I love the dollar store. Someday I'll post about my dollar store theories. I know...you're antsy with anticipation.)
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