So this is what I was out doing for the five minutes I was out of the house. I was installing that car seat in my Mountaineer for the umpteenth millionth time. When I came back in to collect JJ and the rest of his things to go to Goey's house, he was standing in the living room with this look on his face. And I knew what that look meant all too well.
"What are you doing?" I asked him, cautiously. He kind of wrinkled his nose, like he does when he already knows he's in big trouble. "Why don't you show me?" So then he took off and ran back to the bathroom. And there, on the bathroom vanity, were both cats, Tuesday and Thursday, sitting there eating their food, and Thursday had about half a bottle of my liquid foundation poured onto his back and sort of rubbed into his fur.
I'm not sure which is worse, that in just five minutes of my absence, JJ can get into soo much trouble, or that he unabashedly displays the mischief he knowingly inflicted.
|JJ showing me his "mess"|
This is case in point why I never can get anything productive done anymore. It's always something!
I finally got us in the car and on our way to Plant City, where I got a coffee, JJ some McNuggets, went to the banks to make deposits, and dropped off a pair of boots for repairs. Then I dropped JJ off and came back to wax Rhonda and Magdalene's eyebrows, do chores, and then went shooting at the range. Rhonda and I went together and James came later, Anthony was supposed to show but ended up having to work late and never made it. Either way, I killed my paper raccoon target very dead. Very, very dead.
We had a great rain today, for most of the day. That, of course, makes me quite happy.