i have a whole story about this, sort of. you probably don't want to know. but ohhhhhhh emmmmmm geeeeeeee look what these trouble-making gnomes did in my bathroom last night! It's a good thing i used the other bathroom when i first woke up. i always use our master bathroom (attached to our bedroom), but today i needed to start the coffee pot. my husband was dead to the world so it was my turn to set the pot--and from the kitchen the kids' bathroom was closer. thank. god.
well. my husband wasn't so lucky. he didn't know what was going on while i was down the hall using the kiddos' bathroom. i thought he was fully asleep, plus i didn't know there was a problem--so i didn't say anything. i heard this loud cluster of choice words (which i won't hurt your virtual ears with) and a big thump...
a big thump...
Followed by my husband stumbling out of the master bathroom, ceran wrap stuck to his beard, pants around his ankles, and a face PURPLE with rage (puerto ricans have this deep red color that intense anger brings = purple. Some of y'all know what I mean).
I was sipping coffee in the kitchen, trying NOT to laugh, when he glared at me and bellowed: 'THE GNOMES ARE DONE.'
I don't know if he amd I will ever be the same. I can't unsee what I saw today.
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