He was right:
"Honey, I don't think this thing is going to properly hold the sink. See?"
It falls off the wall and clips the hot water valve. There is a wonderful noise of rushing water between the walls. Yay. More plumbing bills.
Things I never thought I'd say:
"Why is there a towel on the pizza?"
KitKat: Because it looked a little cold.
Things I hoped I never hear:
Him: I really have to go to the bathroom. I need to go, but the water's shut off.
Me: You can pee.
Him: Cool...
He's still standing in the one place.
Me: In the toilet!
I'm naming my first gray hairs after my children.
Prosody playing:
Possibly, perchance, peruse p.c. packages per Purr. Please, post-haste, per Papa, purify Purr's pooping proximity. Problem? Perfect. Progress? Procrastination! Put prohibited, putrid pickings paces from porch, preferentially, pronto!
*sigh*
I'm getting tired of my own dementia...
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