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Wednesday, July 8, 2009

I like my eggs nice and fluffy.

Going to my parents house is always fun. Maybe, for the first few hours. They have white walls, white carpet, and white couches... and I have three boys.  Do I need to explain further?

It all started the night before. Taite had be complaining that his stomach hurt. Yah Yah whatever. Be tough you're a Superhero! Then I realized that the cold medicine I had been giving him was backing up the ol' plumbing! It plugs up every orifice in the body, no running nose, no poop! So that night Taite was finally able to relieve himself. When he flushed the toilet that dang cold medicine plugged up the toilet too. After many attempts of plunging with a really "crappy" plunger that keep flipping inside out, the water started to go down. Not great but it was slowly going down.
 
The next morning when I flushed the toilet it didn't go down, it came up and keep coming up until the bathroom was swimming in pee water! So my lovely father pulled up the toilet to see if we could see anything. Sure enough it was pink and looked like some kind of toy. We still didn't get it out and my Dad had to go to work. So the toilet was left in the back yard waiting to be hosed out when my dad returned. I'm pretty sure I know who did it.  Tavin loves toilets and love putting things in the toilet!

We all racked our brains trying to think of what could be in there. Then my niece Natalie asked where their toothpaste had gone! We all looked at each other and started laughing. It was their toothpaste, their pink Barbie toothpaste, was logged in the S curve. I called my dad laughing and told him that, "Barbie got S**t faced!" That was the beginning of a wonderful day! Determined that I was going to workout, I grabbed my ipod and headed out to the garage. As I came through the door I saw Taite standing on a step stool with a carton of 18 eggs in hand, and the look of a deer in the Headlights. 

The other part of the picture took me a few minutes to process. He had the door open to the dryer and an egg in hand. "What are you doing?" I so quietly YELLED! As I walked over to the dryer and to see the damage my mouth dropped to the floor. It looked like IHOP, Denny's, and Village Inn had exploded in my mother's dryer!
I grabbed the carton of eggs from him and quickly figured out that he had thrown 14 eggs in the dryer. Not only had he thrown them in the dryer but he started the dryer too. Eggshells and yokes where everywhere.

I'm sure the whole neighborhood knew what had happened cause you could hear me yell for miles.
"Why did you do this?" I asked
He replied in a questioning tone, as if to get approval from me, "I wanted some eggs?"
"When was the last time I let you make eggs by yourself?"
"When was the last time you saw mom make eggs in the dryer?"
No answer. Which my kids have learned well, when I really want them to respond to my questions and when I don't.

Forty five minutes of windexing (my parents have no "all purpose" or "get egg out of your dryer" cleaner) the dryer it was back to normal. Word to the wise, don't stick your head in a warm dryer after spraying it down with cleaner, unless you are just trying to make everything disappear, including yourself.
I got my workout done. Had a fun day with my sisters and nieces. Came home helped dad get the toilet back together. Made the kids dinner, and while transporting the food to the table I caught my baby toe on a chair. Instead of swimming in a pool of pee water like that morning, I was swimming in a sea of profanity (in my head), cause I BROKE MY TOE!

4 comments:

Cher said...

Oh Ryanne I am sooo sorry! I can't even laugh at that story.

Anonymous said...

K seriously, I cannot WAIT for your book!!!!!!!

Hopie said...

Does it EVER end?

The Larsons said...

OH RYANNE - IT IS SOO GOOD TO HEAR FROM YOU !!! I LIVE RIGHT ACROSS THE STREET AND HOW DO I MISS OUT ON ALL THE LAUGHS? :) LET'S TALK SOMETIME - CYA DEB