I walk into the bathroom, and there is this BRIGHT RED towel on the toilet. Not exactly an odd occurrence in our household I will admit, apart from the fact i have never seen this towel before -in my life- IN MY LIFE it is red. Blood Fucking red.
the conversation goes as follows
Me:When did you steal towels?
me :These blood red towels,
Mom “I didn’t steal them”
me, “I’ve been with you on EVERY shopping excursion in the past 6 years, we do not now nor have we ever had, blood-red towels”.
Mom “I bought them at the thrift store for $1″
Me :Oh just admit it, you’re stealing towels you like at the laundromat because we have this pact not to BUY any new towels until the ones we have are thread bare”
her They are not new towels, nor are they stolen, I bought them at the thrift store.
bah, I think she’s just covering up her black velvet habit (that I got her into btw) With towels.
But not directly to here, even though I have the fucking ap NOOOOOo my life wouldn’t be that simple
In other news?
The plagues of death are leaving our house
and another 1400 words, written ya’ll