This is how it went last night.
Me: (Hubby)? Lock it down, dude, it's bedtime.
Hubby: OK, OK, (grumble grumble cuss).
Me: You know if we have any tub cleaner?
Hubby: Linen closet!
Me (goes to linen closet which in lieu of door has a push-aside soft hanging door-like "door" that flaps a bit... Look up at top shelf where extra supplies are kept, above linens... Look down...)
Hubby snapped this picture of the culprit.
We have no effing idea how she got in the house.
Or found the shelf of "we really don't need that but we keep it in case" bedding.
On which note, y'all, I think we're being adopted by this one. So far this week, injry and terror. Yep. She loves us. *facepalm*
Having flashbacks like crazy. 7 years ago this coming monday, i called my husbands phone in a panic when a 15 mins trip had turned into 45 mins. I kept calling to no answer then got, a cop. When he identified himself i panicked. I called my mom all she got outta a 10 min call was Lee, Accident, Hopstial. We had to drive thru the scene and OMG it was bad, he was hit at 90 mph right in his door and...