While I was alone watching Annalise at our house this morning around 10am, a hard knock with a loud "Halloo" was heard outside our front door, followed by a man turning the knob open. I was so scared and shocked I left the baby in her designated tv room playing as I checked to see what som-un-beech walked his way into my house.
It was George The Bugman Angus. So much for that sharp pencil I had hidden in my back pocket. (yust yoking)
So we said our hello's and I went back to play with the baby, who was just chillin'... inside our diseased-ridden toilet bowl. She had one leg in, one leg out. Her toes were fluttering about inside the flush hole. (This isn't new for me, she's done this before, I guess it's like a little water park with the piss water and all).
Ahh, she keeps me young that Annie Girl.