Yesterday's post got me thinking about another laugh that I will never forget, and it, too, happened in our little bathroom. We only have one bathroom, and oh if those four walls could speak.
Robin and I got into the worst fight we've ever had about a year ago. Unfortunately (really fortunately cuz they prevented a homicide), my parents happened to be visiting in the middle of it. Everyone finally went to bed at around 10:00, except for me. I had nervous (and pissed off) energy and I decided to scour the bathroom. I do that a lot at night - not sure why - and I always always always use Clorox.
My dad had recently undergone kidney stones and had to use the bathroom 47 times per hour. Half way through my bleeching frenzy, he had to interupt me briefly and then went right back to bed.
The following morning I got up at around 6 and my mother quickly met me outside my door.
Her breathing was deep and very measured. "Kim? Where is Robin?"
"Huh? Why?"
She sternly braced her hand on my shoulder and looked me dead in the eyes. "Kim. Just tell me where Robin is this instant."
"She's asleep in the bedroom. WHY?"
"Oh Good God. Your father saw you bleeching the bedroom late last night, and well...."
MY FRIGGEN PARENTS THOUGHT I CHOPPED HER UP IN LITTLE PIECES AND WAS CLEANING THE BATHROOM WITH CLOROX TO COVER IT UP!!!!!
2 comments:
Hey, it happens everyday!!
I know! Not so unusual, right?
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