Thursday, July 16, 2009

Skunk

  1. First of all you have to understand what a treachry it is for me to leave the house and enjoy some adult companionship after my children are in bed. To my grandparents this is precisley pure evil. So when I left the house to watch a movie with a couple friend(s) of mine I was already distressed that all the focus of guilt, blame and shame would be on me tomorrow. More so even because I knew that my grandparents were awake in there motorhome and certainly noticed when I left. Sure enough ... My grandmother entered the house for unknown reasons after I left (likey she was checking on the boys because she worried that they would wake up with me gone and that's the kind of grandmother she is [it takes a villiage here and trust me I am grateful to have one] attentive). At any rate here is the savior of my dear baby cousin.... hahaha sucker.

Saviour dude is done sessioning in the BR and low and behold here comes GM. Then he has a second sesh and straight up G -- BAM she's in here like a lawn gnome --- so SHE says
"Every time I come in here it kind smells like skunk or something" and HE says ...!!!! (ctfu <--if you got that I love you)
"I think there was one in the back yard and I've had my window open all day" to which she replies
"Well, did you close your window?"
"NO."
"Well you better go do that," and then she exits.
Thank you baby cousin. THANK YOU VERY MUCH.
Manically yours,
Ms. Carmella Adell

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