| Debra Garfinkle ( @ 2008-06-27 07:35:00 |
I have a feeling it's gonna be one of those days
Seven a.m. this morning, I'm revising, revising, revising. My teen comes in with the dog.
Teen: Mom, I got tacky glue on the dog.
Me: What?
Teen: I was in the bathroom, spraying my art project with tacky glue--
Me: You were spraying glue in the bathroom?
Teen: Yeah, and Edna walked in and I accidentally sprayed her.
Me: You were spraying glue in the bathroom?
Teen:
Me: We have a garage. We have a backyard.
Teen: I gave Edna a bath but the glue won't come out.
Me: Agh!
Seven a.m. this morning, I'm revising, revising, revising. My teen comes in with the dog.
Teen: Mom, I got tacky glue on the dog.
Me: What?
Teen: I was in the bathroom, spraying my art project with tacky glue--
Me: You were spraying glue in the bathroom?
Teen: Yeah, and Edna walked in and I accidentally sprayed her.
Me: You were spraying glue in the bathroom?
Teen:
Me: We have a garage. We have a backyard.
Teen: I gave Edna a bath but the glue won't come out.
Me: Agh!