A Glass And A Half (And Then Some)
by“I give up! I quit!” Tracey said as she stomped through the kitchen.
“What’s wrong with you?” I asked, looking up from my book and hoping like hell it wasn’t me.
“I give up! I quit!” Tracey said as she stomped through the kitchen.
“What’s wrong with you?” I asked, looking up from my book and hoping like hell it wasn’t me.
When kids are young it’s so easy to control their water usage. I can bath all five of our littler kids in three inches of bath water and Master8 can still manage to ‘up periscope’.
Tracey walked out of the bathroom, her and her clothes drenched from head to toe.
“Don’t tell me,” I said. “You forgot to undress before your shower?”
When it comes to water fights, I’m the second best in the family.
“The bins on fire,” my boss told me.
“What?”
“Outside. The Bin. It’s on fire.”
I looked. It was: smoke was wafting out the top. A lot of smoke. Some idiot had put a lit cigarette into the bin.