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Finally, our house is back to normal. Sheesh. When Mom and Dad are both sick, it means my action-packed days are, well....not action-packed. I got my cold last Saturday, and because I am the lean-mean fighting-booger machine, I whipped that virus in one day. Mom and Dad obviously need to get the latest anti-virus update for their immune systems. Both of them got nuked on Tuesday, and Dad ended up missing work on Thursday. Mind you, this is the same cold that I whooped in one day...barely a booger escaped my wrath.
But, like I said, our house is back to normal. Mom was in a particularly good mood today. She's always in a good mood on "house cleaning" days. Strange! I think she likes to clean the house. But, whatever floats her boat. She likes the house clean.
So....big discovery today! Why didn't someone tell me about this earlier?! I had no idea that I could have so much fun with that roll of toilet paper in the bathroom. Shoot, that stuff tears apart. I can flush it down the toilet. I can even put it in my little toilet. Oh man, I can tear it into a zillion pieces and trash the living room, hallway, my bedroom.... Now, the key to all of this is making sure that your mother is busy folding laundry in the laundry room. Oh, and make enough noise to make her think that you're playing in your room. I've figured out that she doesn't listen for noise, she listens for the absense thereof. Key!
To top it off, I got to watch the vacuum in action!
Well, better roll! (No pun intended.)
But, like I said, our house is back to normal. Mom was in a particularly good mood today. She's always in a good mood on "house cleaning" days. Strange! I think she likes to clean the house. But, whatever floats her boat. She likes the house clean.
So....big discovery today! Why didn't someone tell me about this earlier?! I had no idea that I could have so much fun with that roll of toilet paper in the bathroom. Shoot, that stuff tears apart. I can flush it down the toilet. I can even put it in my little toilet. Oh man, I can tear it into a zillion pieces and trash the living room, hallway, my bedroom.... Now, the key to all of this is making sure that your mother is busy folding laundry in the laundry room. Oh, and make enough noise to make her think that you're playing in your room. I've figured out that she doesn't listen for noise, she listens for the absense thereof. Key!
To top it off, I got to watch the vacuum in action!
Well, better roll! (No pun intended.)
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