I was gone half an hour. What is it about cartridge pens he finds so irresistible? The blue paw-prints led me to here.
Little wonder he looks so peaceful, he's also had a mad "tear-out-the-crotch-of-the-panties" frolic (which at the time of taking this I had yet to discover). He molested virtually every pair of knickers/shorts our family owns, my favourite bra is now "peep-hole".
Strewn shreds lay scattered across his poo patch like as in the morning after an outdoor free-for-all, take-one-get-ten-free, crazed street orgy (I would, um, imagine).
Bob T. Bear Esq. would have been proud.
I blame Matt. He interrupted me for a lift mid-way through my sorting the undie and sock basket out. No hound is to be trusted before his beach-run.
Talking of Matt, the other morning he pointed out it might be about time I stopped standing over him at breakfast 'til he swallows his vitamin pills.
(Me, arms folded) "You lot are not to be trusted, they end up in the bin."
(Matt "The Almost, But Not Quite Yet Adult", rolling eyes ) "Mum, I am eighteen in a few months!"
(Me, smugly) "Aye, and a fine strapping specimen too you are, thanks to all the supplements I've been feeding you."
Still, even I could see he had a point. I've reluctantly taken to only forcing these horse-sized pills down the throats of his younger, hence weaker, siblings of a morn.
So you can imagine my surprise then, when what did I only stray across today, laid out by his sink?
Teehe, yup, only three bottles of the self same vitamins he so steadfastly "refuses" to take.
Teenagers, awwwww - don't ya' just luv 'em?
Well sorry, but I can't stay gassing on here all day long, I have a serious pants shop to attend to.