So, lately I've been going to the bathroom all by myself, consequences be damned. Today after emerging from the bathroom I saw this:
That's most of my pantry. This sucked particularly badly because just last night I emptied and reorganized the pantry and had a genius system in place for canned food organization. Then there were my cans, all lined up there, far from their assigned places.
I reclaimed the potatoes right away, but I only took a few of the canned goods back. I let him stack the rest until I saw a can roll under the couch and then I made him put them all away, which really ticked him off.
I've noticed lately that our cats only come out at night and I'm 99% sure that's because of him. Today, Tangerine was trying to take up residence in a kitchen cabinet and Pearl pretty much lives on the plant ledges or in my bathroom.
That's him at the Marlins game in his favorite shirt. He calls that his motorcycle shirt (although there is no motorcycle on it.) He tries to wear it every.single.day. Regardless of its smell or condition.
Today we went to an open gym type of thing and once he was dressed and let me do his hair, I told him how handsome he looked. I said, "I'm afraid all of the baby girls at the gym will see you and want to marry you or something! What will I do if a bunch of baby girls try to follow us home? You're MY baby, I can't let the girls take you from me yet."
He looked at me very seriously and answered, "Mumum, if dose baby girls try to follow us, I will beat dem down. Beat dose baby girls right down til dey leave us alone!"
Luckily the baby girls left us alone and no one got a beat down today, but it was still a pretty long day.