The reason why I have to wash the tub freakishly often.
But he's so very very handsome, he's worth the ridiculous amount of Comet it takes to clean up after him.
Recently discovered something even better than a snack cupboard. The garden! The peas!
She told me to take the picture.
Again, 'Take the picture, Mom!' she begged.
Awww. Aren't they cute when they aren't plotting ways to harm each other?
We have moved. Again. I feel like Mr. Fredrickson, old and infirmed. I have spent the last 72 hours painting rooms and moving STUFF. I have decided I no longer like STUFF. STUFF should be kept far, far away from me. If you can't wear it, eat it, or read it, I don't want it.
Sage advice from seasoned group home teens: always opt for the lower bunk. Why? Because gas rises. I'm not sure I ever needed to know that, but now I do. And so do you. You're welcome. More teen guy
redonkulousness wisdom to follow in later posts.