Stink Pretty Anyone?
Monday, June 02, 2014
This morning was pretty uneventful.
You know, wake up to the alarm.
Get up. Get the kids up that need to take a bath/shower.
Later on, get the rest of the kids up after the bath/showers are done.
"Mom, can you blow dry my hair? It looks to good when you do it for me."
Dry the beautiful copper coloured hair and tell her to put the mousse away.
"Thank you Mom."
I hear a small crash.
"Can you come and look at this?" Such a tiny voice of uh-oh.
Why look, when you can smell it just before you enter the bathroom?
DD3. My wonderful, sweet, DD3. Put the mousse away, yet somehow managed to knock over a small bottle of perfume and watch it crash onto the countertop.
I still smell like I put on lots and lots of perfume.
I think I'll go and open the windows now.