Lizz is done eating now...prances upstairs and pulls all of Stell's clothes out of the drawer and off the floor and carries them back down....a few articles at a time....just to throw them in the middle of the living room...No real point to it...This makes Stell's room "clean"...the only room in the house to get that rating.
Liz asks for a drink....she likes to inspect from her stool at the kitchen counter...She manages to throw two full cups of chocolate milk on the floor before I get it right......
My tits in a wringer...At 44, they're not the pecks they used to be.....easily caught and often aggravated.
It's lunch now...I make her some macs and cheese hoping to put her under....she doesn't go for it. She poops and asks for a wiping....and then a warm bath.
I'm chuckling at this point. Old Roy would have called her her out as being "spoiled"......seems to me she is simply getting everything she wants out of life. That being said....Old Roy would have cracked their skinny little asses 10 times by eight o'clock if he was the paternal figure of the house.
Here is a picture of my two lovely girls, tarred and feathered together with maple syrup, a coat of Lola, and a peacock feather to boot.