Sometimes I really hate going out and leaving the kids behind. Sure, Dan watches them for me so I can escape for a few hours of “me” time, but he doesn’t watch them as well as he should. I came home tonight to find our salt shaker completely empty, and remnants of salt in our bed, on the carpet and all over the kitchen floor. In the second bathroom I found stuff… everywhere. Everything imaginable was in dissaray.
And to top it off, I came home to find Brownie outside. Yes, outside. Brownie is an indoor cat, and he was outside. Grr.
But overall, I’m not too annoyed. I guess I’ve got bigger fish to fry.


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