I told the kids I didn’t want them to get a hamster, but they just thought I was being grumpy old dad, again.
“We’ll feed it, and water it, and make sure it stays in its cage, ALL the time.” Yeah, right!
So, here I am, with half this wall ripped down, and still no hamster. We can hear it, but we still can’t see it. If it dies in there, I don’t know which will be worse, the stench, or the kids’ wails.
I’ll need to use their college fund to hire a drywaller. Shoulda got them a turtle!
Go to Rochelle’s Addicted to Purple site. Use the weekly Wednesday photo as a prompt, and write a complete 100 word story.
And a shout-out to my chiropractor, who now reads my drivel, and without whom, I could not sit comfortably and compose it – straighten the kid out today!