So last night me and the boy are working on our coloring books; he’s on Spider Man and I’m putting some finishing touches on Sponge Bob. Out of the corner of my eye I see Lisa walk through the kitchen with my shoes??? About two seconds later, I see her open up the back door and toss my shoes out into the middle of the yard??? Now normally, I’d question such behavior, but those were my running shoes and, admittedly, they smell pretty bad so I figured they had overwhelmed the hall closet and she was just tired of catching the waft when opening the door. I’d had similar notions about doing the same thing myself---back to coloring. In through the kitchen and up the stairs she goes when I over hear her say, “I hope you get cancer!”---Once again, I assumed she was talking on the phone, thinking about a co-worker, maybe flushing some random thought through her brain; back to coloring…man this Sponge Bob is looking good! Twenty minutes goes by and she comes down the stairs in tears; “Rutt-Roe Raggy!” Just prior to her entry, I really had no idea I had upset her at all—I was coloring; how can you get in trouble coloring? I pause, thinking there’s a major issue going on, and give her my full attention. “I’m so sorry, I thought you threw my shoes outside. I was so upset at you that I threw your shoes out to get you back!” Woops, I guess I missed that one??? She then goes on to explain, “When I was upstairs brushing my teeth, I remembered I kicked my shoes off earlier on the back steps. I just don’t remember things like I use to.” Oh well, no harm, no foul, the shoes needed airing out anyway--back to coloring---WAIT A MINUTE….did she wish I got cancer???
Posted on: Fri, 02 Aug 2013 03:37:21 +0000
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