Mar 29, 2006 18:39
I woke up at some point and decided that I wanted to take a shower. I rolled off of the couch and placed Jonas in his swing. Then I grabbed the creepy dog blanket of Rival's to cover his cold sleeping body. Walking towards the bathroom (I almost called it a washroom, but that's just wierd)and then turned in the opposite direction to get a towel. BAM! SLAM! AND ALL SORTS OF OTHER NOISES! I originally had thought that Rival had awakened and ventured into the bathroom to drown some random object in the toilet as usual. I don't know what it is about that stinking bowl of wet filth that kids find so entertaining, but for some reason they are just drawn to it.
Anyhow, I swiftly made my way to the restroom to check on the mysterious noises and found nothing. Nothing had fallen. Nothing had mysteriously combusted; nothing had suddenly grown legs and started to perform show tunes. In fact, I do not know what the noises were. Unless they were coming from that DAMN squirrel that lives in my attic. But I will tell you what I did notice...some of my bath supplies had been stolen and the only clues that I have are a couple of bath salts and a few strands of long black hair. These facts alone are what lead me to believe that PIRATES had indeed been in my glorious bathtub and pillaged all that they wanted.
Honestly, it sickens me!
OH, and Moriah, you are a LIAR...you didn't call me again...LIAR!