So, I have no big weekend intelligence post this week. Nothing major happened this weekend, which isn't exactly a bad thing given how crazy the last few weeks have been. Only chore-like thing I did was the WalMart run. D had a busy weekend running several parties, kicking off a new consultant, getting some party and consultant leads and making some
decent bank, while I camped out at home with the kids.Now, every other weekend, when I say kids, I'm also referring to Elizabeth. Elizabeth is Kevin's daughter, and for the most part, she and Clara get along famously and into all sorts of trouble. Their prime time for mischief is early in the morning while the rest of the house is still sleeping, keeping their chances of getting caught in the act at a minimum.
Sunday morning, they had decided to make an exceptionally horrific mess of the upstairs. Toys everywhere, toothpaste on the bathroom counter and floor and little flecks of unidentified white gunk all over the carpet, stairs, chair, bed and new drum set. After hollering at the girls for the mess, I couldn't help but notice that the whole loft had a very, very strong smell that I could only describe as "berry." "What IS that smell?" I wondered as I went for the stairs, and nearly slipped down them stepping on something. Just barely catching myself, I picked up a destroyed stick of Teen Spirit deodorant that Elizabeth had, I later found out, left on the floor after picking it apart and spreading all about the loft.
"Ah," I said, finally, "smells like Teen Spirit."
Ain't life grand?
2 comments:
Sounds about as frustrating to clean up as a whole giant container of baby powder... But, like the baby powder, at least the room smells, um, so fresh and so clean? LOL, kids.
I guess it wasn't too terribly difficult to get up off the carpet, but for some reason, they thought it would be a good idea to smear it on Clara's drum set as well. That was not so easy to clean. -.-;
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