Pin It GUEST BLOGGER: EARL GIRL
As the lone female in a house six guys, I am a guardian of good taste and manners, and an enforcer of the clean socks and underwear rule. I love to laugh, especially when things go wrong. It's a good thing they frequently do!
For many years, I’ve had to share a bathroom with the family. What does this mean? It means I can never just sit down on the toilet without taking a really good look at the seat. It means my makeup gets desecrated by artists and my beauty tools disappear.
It was tough.
But following a cataclysmic flooding event last year, a remodel was in order. And I got my own bathroom. It’s not quite finished. My new bedroom that adjoins it still has no pad or carpet. It’s still very much a construction room; but my bathroom, my inner sanctum, is beautiful.
One day I was enjoying my new double headed shower (I can rinse both armpits at the same time!) while Lewis was painting in the bedroom. Dainon poked his head around the door.
“Don’t come in here!” Lewis warned.
Dainon just assumed he meant that there was wet paint and decided to walk in anyway. Just as I was stepping out of the shower.
Our eyes locked.
I howled with laughter and shouted, “BEHOLD THE HOTNESS THAT IS YOUR MOTHER!”
He dashed from the room and cried out in anguish “Burn this image from my retinas!”
I grabbed a towel and collapsed in giggles.
And now, he always knocks.