Turns into THIS:
Only mine is ten times worse. And involved a cat box. SexyHusbandoMine tries to be a help. Sometimes he takes my folded laundry and places it on top of my dresser and then tells me sweetly that he would have put it away except HE DIDN'T KNOW WHERE IT WENT. And everytime I
And I'm thinking: no way is anybody getting into my house with the bathroom looking like that. Everyone knows that you have to clean up BEFORE you can get a cleaning lady. Sheesh. So I spent a romantic weekend with this guy:
And while dancing around the house to the music my children don't like when I play, I came across an alarming discovery in Complicated Boy's room. Faithful readers of this blog will remember that it was only last year when I stumbled upon my Maidenform bra tags carefully tucked away in his sock drawer. This time, I cleaned out a canvas bucket full of baseball cards, action figures, a thousand silly bands, and found this....
And I was all like WHAT THE HECK IS THIS IN MY CHILD'S ROOM AND WHY DOES IT SMELL FUNNY and I stood tapping my foot at the doorway until Sexyhusbandomine arrived home and I thrust it into his face and demanded he tell me WHAT IT WAS.
At which point Sexyhusbandomine very helpfully said that he didn't know what it was, but that if it was pot it was a real bummer because it had so many sticks in it.
Which is about as helpful as stacking the clothes on top of a dresser and saying you don't know where they go.
Anyhoo, turns out it is catnip. And part of a mad scientist experiment. Phew. Apparently catnip still gives a good buzz...even if there are a lot of sticks in it.