This is exactly what it sounds like to be pecked to death by a beak-less duck or a moody 13 year old with PMS…
Entire length of conversation- 4 minutes.
I kid you NOT.
“I’m starving. Will you make homemade mac & cheese, NOT the Kraft kind? Never mind, I just want Alfredo sauce. Do we have Alfredo sauce? Forget it. I found this tortellini stuff.”
[I walk to kitchen and put water on stove with her on… my heels]
“Also, I need to go to the craft store for cork board. I didn’t have enough and now I can’t hang up my collage. I told you it wasn’t gonna be enough when we were in the store… I tooooold you so.” * Huff* “Plus, my colored pencils stink because soandso ruined them like she ruins ALL of my stuff, so I now need new ones and the good Prismacolor one’s are $12, so when can we go?”
[I’m walking into my OTHER daughters room in search of free replacement colored pencils that don’t suck]
Her [trailing behind me]- Oh! My! God! I just stepped in dog pee! I can’t believe you don’t even do anything when the dog pees in the house. It’s like you don’t even care!!
Note- Yes, I do to care. I yell at him and throw his cute little butt out on the porch.
What are her exact recommendations? Life in the crate without parole, execution by firing squad, the doggie guillotine?
I love that dumb little dog who just turned two and is still only approximately 75% ish potty trained.
I think my boys were something like FOUR when they finally got it, and that’s something like 28 years old in DOG years. Coincidently, the same age of my husband when we got married… never mind.
This guys waaaay ahead of his time.
Just leave him alone.
Also, he didn’t just tinkle on the carpet. He lifted his leg to a CLEAN basket of laundry and FIRED, so YES I do care.
I assure you, I’m not doing the happy cha-cha.