Wednesday, April 14, 2010

Lulu Belle's Animal Haven

I can handle the dry-erase markers on my walls and the new ottoman.

I can handle the stealthy intrusion into my purse for a quick raid of my MAC Viva Glam lipstick. (plus a detour to the bandaid-rich zipper pouch of my purse).

I can even handle the minor infraction of an entire gallon of milk spilled, well, everywhere.
Note how she blithely continues eating her cracked wheat while the milk drips into the entire surface area of my kitchen. Naturally I blame myself for leaving the milk out.

But the urination pitstop on top of the drawers in the closet?
[narrowly avoiding Caroline's Minnie Mouse ears]

This blatant disregard for common decency almost bought Charlotte a one-way Greyhound ticket straight to Lulu Belle's Animal Shelter in beautiful Brawley, CA.
My dad used to threaten to send us there when he was fed up with us, and now my sisters and I throw this empty threat around on especially challenging days.

It was fortuitous for my little Puffy Sue that I had even a shred of perspective this week (thanks, General Conference!), and opted instead for some innocuous and probably meaningless time-outs. She's lucky I grabbed the camera and not the switch.
{Insert exhaustion}.

it's never too late for April Fool's pranks

Marc got in his car last Thursday, as per usual, to drive to work at around 7:30am. Halfway down the driveway, Caroline popped up from the backseat in her pjs and scared the living McFreak out of him.

She came into my room and woke me up to tell me what she'd done, [all pert and proud], and for the first second time in the history of my life, I woke up laughing.

happy birthday, McSweets