My parents are dumb, parts 1 & 2.
My parents are dumb, Part 1.
I came home this weekend, and as I peeked my head in my mother's room to tell her that I was home, she cheerfully told me she'd fed my fish while I was gone. Uh, okay. They didn't need to be fed, but she'd fed them before, so I figured that was fine.
I woke up the next morning and peeked in on my two remaining boys, Sasha and Sashimi. They both looked pregnant. Their bellies were full to the point where it looked like they were gonna burst. And poor Sasha was having the damnedest time getting to the surface for air. Little pellets were scattered all over the bottom.
After I spent fifteen minutes sucking them up with a turkey baster and putting Sasha in a hanging compartment so he was only 4" from the top, I asked my mother just how much she'd fed them.
"Oh, I just sprinkled the pellets across the top."
"Mom. You've fed them a million times. They only get three or four pellets a day. Their stomachs are the size of their eyes!"
"Oh, well I didn't know that."
*facepalm*
My parents are dumb, Part 2.
I share a bathroom with my brother. My brother is a pig. I only use the bathroom for quick showers and, uh, the obvious things. Adrian, my stepfather, is OCD, and he decided he was going to clean yesterday.
Now, I keep all of my stuff in a hanging bath caddy. Two shampoos, two conditioners, one soap, one exfoliating soap, a few shower gels, my razor. I went to take a shower last night. I reached for my shampoo. No shampoo.
I looked around. Both of my shampoos were missing. My tub of LUSH's BIG was gone. Ocean Salt, too. My brand new exfoliating soap from feMaledictions was gone. I went downstairs and ask why my stuff had vanished.
"It was covered in mold," he said. I blinked.
"Um. No. Those were herbs and sea salt."
So. I guess I need to order more shampoo. I think I'll wait until after I move. I swear, I can't have nice things. If my sister doesn't steal them, Adrian throws them away.
*facepalm*
Two more weeks until I move out. Two more weeks until I move out. Two more weeks...
I came home this weekend, and as I peeked my head in my mother's room to tell her that I was home, she cheerfully told me she'd fed my fish while I was gone. Uh, okay. They didn't need to be fed, but she'd fed them before, so I figured that was fine.
I woke up the next morning and peeked in on my two remaining boys, Sasha and Sashimi. They both looked pregnant. Their bellies were full to the point where it looked like they were gonna burst. And poor Sasha was having the damnedest time getting to the surface for air. Little pellets were scattered all over the bottom.
After I spent fifteen minutes sucking them up with a turkey baster and putting Sasha in a hanging compartment so he was only 4" from the top, I asked my mother just how much she'd fed them.
"Oh, I just sprinkled the pellets across the top."
"Mom. You've fed them a million times. They only get three or four pellets a day. Their stomachs are the size of their eyes!"
"Oh, well I didn't know that."
*facepalm*
My parents are dumb, Part 2.
I share a bathroom with my brother. My brother is a pig. I only use the bathroom for quick showers and, uh, the obvious things. Adrian, my stepfather, is OCD, and he decided he was going to clean yesterday.
Now, I keep all of my stuff in a hanging bath caddy. Two shampoos, two conditioners, one soap, one exfoliating soap, a few shower gels, my razor. I went to take a shower last night. I reached for my shampoo. No shampoo.
I looked around. Both of my shampoos were missing. My tub of LUSH's BIG was gone. Ocean Salt, too. My brand new exfoliating soap from feMaledictions was gone. I went downstairs and ask why my stuff had vanished.
"It was covered in mold," he said. I blinked.
"Um. No. Those were herbs and sea salt."
So. I guess I need to order more shampoo. I think I'll wait until after I move. I swear, I can't have nice things. If my sister doesn't steal them, Adrian throws them away.
*facepalm*
Two more weeks until I move out. Two more weeks until I move out. Two more weeks...