Yesterday afternoon, my dear friend Christie came by. We were deep in conversation, when we suddenly heard running water upstairs. HHMMMMMMMM...Both adults in the house are downstairs, oh shit, they have turned on the tub (I did not want them to get burned). We both ran upstairs to find the toilet overflowing, after the sacrifice of (way too much) toilet paper. I turned off the water, threw down a gazillion towels, and then plunged my arm in up to the elbow (oh joy). I managed to unload at least a third of a roll, but still the water stayed. In further I went. Down in the deep, dark, poop eating hole was the other two thirds of the roll (gross). As I pulled the giant wad loose, the water immediately rushed out the deep, dark, poop eating hole (I think I just like writing that). AAAHHHHH, a victory. I "calmly" (yah right) explained to the twins why we must never again offer up such a large amount of toilet paper to the "Almighty Porcelain God". I explained that the next time they did this, the "Almighty Mommy God" would beat their "Almighty Asses" .
This will be my first blog. I am copying the big brother. Seems like I did that a lot growing up. A little background first. I am the only girl in a family of three kids. We are all grown with our own children and still (even being almost 31) that weirds me out. When did we become adults and what exactly does that mean. We still tease,poke, and prod each other. The funny thing? Now it feels like there is so much love behind it. It seems like we all except each other for our similarities and our differences. Maybe that is what makes us adults. Who knows .
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