Last year I wrote about picking my dogs up from my friends' house after a trip. The dogs rushed the door and jammed me into the doorjamb, which I referred to as "doorjambing." It hurt, I remember that! My Rolex was bent out of shape and I had bruises on my neck.
My darling daughter doesn't know yet if she will be able to watch my dogs when I go to Toronto in a few weeks. She is about to learn what "staplegunning" means. To the wall, girl.
She will be partly moved to her new apartment by the time I leave, and she isn't sure she wants to come back here for a few days and beagle-sit. I don't remember being sure I wanted a non-paying, non-assisting houseguest for two months, either.
Sigh.
7 comments:
Yes, I think you need to bring out the staple gun! Anne
My sons are like that too. They think they have better things to do...ish don't they realize we birthed them??? And neither one of them was an easy task!! ~rose
staple gun...get the extra heavy duty staples too.
Kids what are you gonna do? Tell her, "That's an order, Missy."....Hahahah.
Sigh~
*** Coy ***
You tell her, mama Suzy!!
hugs,
Kathi
Duct tape...
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