Monday, September 5, 2005

Max has a way of making mundane things seem like fun.
"Mom? Want me to do your bathtub?" Drew asks, hopeful for the opportunity to use chemicals and safety equipment.
"OK. If you want..."
He stripped down to his boxers, filled his scrubber with VIM and hopped right in.

Meanwhile, I emptied the entire container of Draino down my shower drain.
Slowly. Like the fine print said to.
"Out, hairball. Out."
The fumes got to both Drew and I.

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