I don't even want to talk about this.
This is what 7 hours with Summer and Eleanor looks like. I think he developed a limp.
Shit everywhere. Forts, toys, boxes, the closet looks like it threw up, more toys, spots on the floor from where bubbles were blown and dried up... where am I? Club Kallas/Sauer.
wtf is this? A pile of wet towels, swim suits and a riri. But, you'd be guessing too, since no one would answer your question "WHAT IS THIS DOING HERE?"
These two seriously looked like they wanted to murder me when they walked in. I don't think they enjoyed having house guests. In fact, I think they wanted to eat me for the drama they endured all day.
I think the notion that this was a crime scene pretty much sums up the day. This is Eleanor's outline of Francis' stupid body.
I didn't even know I HAD a playpen. Gawd, where's my cat?
So I ask, on day 2 of summer vacation; what fresh hell waits for me today? I logged onto the home cameras and saw Eleanor washing the dishes, and I thought what is worse? a house that wasn't cleaned by the Dynamic Duo, or one that WAS.
