I slept a bit late this holiday morning. I got up to only three girls left in the house after days of six teenagers here. I sent the boys to mammaw’s house last night.
Cleaning was a must this morning and laundry was completed. As I walked into the boys’ room, I found this.
Take a good look, here’s a closer picture.
YES – that IS one of my good white towels with nail polish all over it. There is over 1000 square feet of house that has tile/linoleum floors but yet the perpetrators chose the boys’ carpeted floor to paint their nails.
As I tried to rouse two of the girls to ask if they knew anything about the obvious bandits that broke into our house and made this mess, I noticed colorful fingernails hanging over the railing of the top bunk-bed.
I wonder if the girls thought if they left the mess in the boys room I would think the boys’ were cross-dressing at night while I slept. The ONLY reason this plan was foiled was the above information; I sent the boys to mammaw’s house for the night, OR I would have thought it was their mess.
You almost got away with it, girls. So close, yet so far away.
The good news is I did not EXPLODE over the mess. I find this oxymoronic on this day of explosions.
Happy 4th of July, peeps.