I thought I smelled a fresh deposit from The Kid, which was baffeling becuase I'd whitnessed both barrels fired over our lunch break. I was puzzled. I couldn't find the leavin's anywhere but the smell was definately ripe in the house. Where is it. I have to find it before Jess or I or worse, The Kid step in it and spread it to the four corners of the house. I checked all the usual "oops" locations where The Kid liked to frequent but nothing. Where the hell did he leave his present‽
Flummoxed, I stoped worrying about it and finished what was left of my lunch and set about wrassling with The Kid before I had to return to work. After a while, I got tired of being chewed on and returned to my easy chair and crossed my legs...
That's when an odd sillouette caught my eye. My shoe was misshapen and grotesque. It was back lit so I could not discern what was filling in what would ordinarliy be the void in the underside arch of my shoe. It was then, as I moved closer for a better view that the smell hit and the two remaining brain cells I have, collided and shocked me to the realization of just what I'd stepped in.
Oh, I hope you're either done with your meal or it's a ways off.
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