When I was in the 5th or 6th grade, I was working on something important, something that had top priority, I don’t remember what but it was important. Whatever I was doing I needed supplies, so I ran upstairs to my mom’s bathroom, grabbed something out of the medicine cabinet, and ran back to my project. About an hour later I showed my face upstairs again, that is when I got it…
I was in trouble, I guess when I left the bathroom I slammed the medicine cabinet and the Pepto-Bismal fell and shattered all over the bathroom, this is the day of glass bottles, so there was pink sludge and glass everywhere, I say “I guess” because I didn’t stick around to hear the fatal crash so I didn’t know there was something to clean up. I am sorry for the man who had to clean it up; I bet that was a bitch, huh? Anyway I didn’t realize that it had fallen and broke, but I was accused of knowing and leaving the mess…
So, today, as I cleaned up the jam, that appeared to be actually thrown into the fridge without the lid. As the guilty party watched, as I cleaned, she kept stating “She didn’t know”, I just nodded and I didn’t say two words. Karma got me back.
7 Comments:
oooops...ya know that BIG furry thing you have....he would gladdley clean that jam up for you....and what exactly would it be that a child would need from a medicine cabnet that was so important to you????mental inventory of Dads med cab.....yep pepto (always), razors, shaving cream, that grecian hair stuff???
karma is such a bitch but I am a believer
When my daughter was little my dad would buy her all kinds of loud toys and tell her to play with them on saturday mornings. One year when she was 3 it was a drum set. He called them "Grandpas Revenge". He thought it was so funny.
I'm sure your dad will enjoy this post! heh
guess your zoo trip was not inspirational enough to produce a materpiece Blog.
It was such a beautiful thing to see you latest posting with comments from your sister. I have missed both of you so very much, for some reason I can no longer access yur sisters sight and I wanted to tell her something special, she seems so sweet. I would liketo write to her, but I am afraid she won't like me so I must remain anonymous for now, but I do have an email site she could write to me if she thought Homer (I think that was his name)didn't want her talking to me.
Shana - 1 zoo trip = 1/2 a scarf knitted...not to exciting.
Anon- I like Homer...I am not sure I can codone this..
Are you related to Homer? Is that your sisters husband real name - what a dorky name! Does he look and act like Homer Simpson? Next time you go to the zoo, why don't you take your sister and let me know when you are going and I will try to meet you there, at least see the two of you in real life, tell your sister I said hello and that I miss her.
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