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It has been a messy day. I went through three pairs of pants before lunchtime. You've heard of a three dog night? This was a three pants day.

I would just like to say that children are disgusting. And I have a pretty high filth tolerance. Someone* decided that the best way to get rid of excess peanut butter would be to wipe it on the underside of the table where a person a little too big for said table would get it all over their knees. That's not so terrible now, but before I realized it was peanut butter, I was horrified. Almost very child in the room had something of similar color and texture hanging from their noses. I admit I was grossed out for a minute.

And that wasn't the worst of it! Thank goodness the D wing has a washer and dryer in the supply room, and that I had some laundry with me. That is almost bizarre good luck to have a bag of extra clothes on the same day that the universe decides that hygiene is boring.



*I suspect a little boy with Bambi eyes. It's hard to strangle a child with eyes like a puppy's and lashes like a llama's. From the front anyway.

Date: 2007-02-13 11:02 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] proplady.livejournal.com
Awww. Poor pooky.

I believe the children are the future....unless we crush them NOW!!!


A-heh. Just kidding...maybe. (It's probably just as well that I'm childless. If my pants ever got slimed, SOMEONE would get drop-kicked. That's for sure...)

ew...

Date: 2007-02-13 12:17 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] siarwenevenstar.livejournal.com
Ew... but kudos on having the spare clothes.
I've lost my glasses. I'm typing by instinct alone, and have been bashing indiscriminately into things for the past two days. Hurrah!

oh yeah...

Date: 2007-02-13 08:39 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] siarwenevenstar.livejournal.com
what's a three dog night?

Date: 2007-02-13 09:51 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] casinoland.livejournal.com
you may not be able to strangle the child right away butif youlock them in a closet for an hour while playing death metal at them the cryand lose that doe eyed cute. it is replace by easily stranglable snotty whimpering.

Date: 2007-02-14 04:03 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bane-6.livejournal.com
If I didn't throttle him the day he bounced a volleyball off my glasses, I probably never will.

Re: oh yeah...

Date: 2007-02-14 04:37 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bane-6.livejournal.com
It used to be that a night's cold was measured by how many dogs you had to let in the house to sleep in your bed and keep you warm. A three dog night is a night so cold you need three dogs to keep from freezing. It is also the name of a pretty cool band in the late 60s and 70s. I think they might still be performing too...

Date: 2007-02-14 04:49 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bane-6.livejournal.com
I used to be unafraid of germs and leery of being pawed at. Now I flinch at wet sneezes and merely sigh when dozens of tiny hands are pulling at me.

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