JACEY :: *flounces into kitchen and attempts to put her bowl from breakfast noms into the open dishwasher her mother had been loading, and, instead, suddenly simply stops and stares* "...one of these things is not like the other?"
CRAZY MOTHER :: "...what?"
JACEY :: "One of these things is not like the other???"
CRAZY MOTHER :: "*stares blankly at Jacey* ... *stares blankly into dishwasher* ...OHHHHH. *plucks out the full roll of fucking toilet paper that she had apparently put in the goddamned dishwasher FOR ABSOLUTELY NO APPARENT REASON AND WITHOUT EVEN KNOWING IT*"
JACEY :: *bursts out laughing, shakes her head, and just gives up and walks away*
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This has been my morning.
Actually, this serves as such a solid summation of my entire life that it is almost more than a little terrifying.
AND ON A VERY MUCH RELATED NOTE:
pekori: well your cabinets HAVE to make more sense than ours, so....
vicious-lullaby: lol given that we now apparently keep mouthwash in with the canned goods...
pekori: ...
pekori: I stand corrected.
vicious-lullaby: baaasically.