1. I was helping Quinn upstairs when I heard a commotion downstairs. I came down to find Wes' hands looking like a scene from Carrie ... I didn't freak out too much as there were not any visible deep cuts. I ask "how did you hurt yourself?" Then Quinn tugs on my shirt and points at the microwave. Seems Wes, aka Tiger Woods, took a swing at the microwave with a plastic golf club and broke the front glass part ... he then tried to pick it out??? Now microwave (used roughly five times per day) is not usable. Wes has teeny tiny cuts on his hands and is most impressed with his band aids.
2. While I was bringing in groceries, Quinn (I realize later) was messing with the security system pad. Seems by messing around with various buttons, he alerted the fire department that there was a fire in our home. By the time ADT got a hold of me - it was too late to stop the call. So Quinn got to see a shiny red fire engine and I got to show my shiny red embarrassed face.
3. During bath - I left to go fold some clothes. I heard some commotion and came in to find water EVERYWHERE on the floor and Wes trying to flush his shorts down the toilet (he had already tried with his shirt and just flung it on the floor.)
Best Part of the Day - Erik came in from Wilmington and we got to chat it up and then watch the finale of a stoooopid show that ended four weeks ago - NOT worth the wait dear ole Harper's Island. But fun nonetheless.
1 comment:
the worst parts are the best.
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