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Friday, February 25, 2011

A perfect example....

This is a perfect example of why I NEED to blog.  After a horrible day at work, I was ready to be at home, relaxing with my boys.  I was maybe a mile away from home and this odd thought came into my head... 'I wonder what the boys destroyed today...'    Oh how I wish that thought never made it into my puny brain.

I drove up on my carport and before I was even out of my truck, I heard the barking.  Oh shit.
I slowly put the key in the door and turned the knob, holding my breath.
I opened the door and walked in... and.... Kill. Me. Now.
There was a magazine turned confetti that was scattered throughout my living room and dining room area.  Great.
Ok, nothing a broom can't handle.

Then... I see what creates an anger in me that I haven't felt in quite some time.  The birdcage is pushed into the corner of the room.. Steve is the only one big enough to push that huge cage.  So of course I tell him how he needs to leave the birds alone.  I didn't lose my temper.  I just let the boys go outside while I start to clean up the mess.  But I missed something...   I go to the bird cage to move it back into place and I see that the door is caved and the latches are bent.  "ARE YOU KIDDING?!" is what I screamed.  After close inspection and an attempt to bend the metal cage back into an acceptable shape, I have discovered that the cage cannot be salvaged.  Thanks alot, Steve.  Ass. 

My blood is  boiling at this point and I pushed the cage into the bathroom and closed the door so the dogs cannot get in.  I then went to the back door to let my boys in the house.  Steve refuses to come in.  He knows he's in trouble.  After several attempts, I get him in the house and pull him to the bathroom so he can see the birds while I explain what he did wrong.  I get right in his face and VERY sternly tell him that the birds are off limits, they are not a snack, they have been here longer that you and so on.  Steve was listening with wide eyes but probably didn't have a clue what I was talking about.  I hope I got through to him but I realize this was my fault for leaving the cage out where the dogs could see those cute little birds flittering around in the cage, looking so delicious. :)

I tried getting a pic of Steve amongst the mess, but he was running around like a goob.

He seemed so proud of his mess. Or maybe he was just trying to be cute because Mommy hadn't noticed the birdcage yet.

This was the last pic I took and after I saw the birdcage, I was too mad to find humor in taking pics.

Don't worry, peeps.  Steve is still alive and I still love him very much.  He's just grounded since Mommy has to shop for a new cage which will run about $250. 

~Nancy Drew


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