Get your mind out of the gutter. I’m not about to embark on my mission to become the EL James of the blogging world. Mainly because my writing would probably get people out of the mood instead of in it.
Oh, your mind wasn’t in the gutter and I’m the only person who would snicker like a 14-year-old at that title? Very well, then; I’ve never claimed to be mature.
While my son was away on his Bilbo Baggins-esque journey to the mountains, I went into his bathroom to put away some toilet paper. I’m nice like that, making sure there is ample TP available for when I am inevitably called in to wipe a hiney.
After I put the toilet paper away, I happened to glance at the sink and got quite a fright–
I won’t put all the words that flew out of my mouth here so as not to sound like a sailor, but was thinking something along the lines of “dafuq is this shit?!” after letting out a blood-curdling scream.
After getting ahold of myself and giving the snake a closer look, I realized that it wasn’t real. It was this relatively small snake Little Man won as a prize at Sports Connection. When you put it in water, it grows, unlike other snakes unfortunately (yeah, my mind went into the gutter). Anyway, he had apparently put it in the sink to soak for the entire fucking weekend instead of like an hour or however long he was supposed to leave it, and that was the result.
Being the lovely person I am, I left it in there so anyone else who happened to go into that bathroom–like my husband or my mother-in-law when she dropped LM off–would also be scared by it.I also shared this with fellow blogger Linden at Tweet Less, Blog More via text. I think her response was probably better than all of ours combined.
So…what has your kids/nieces/nephews/whatever scared you with?