My sunroom windows are filthy. They are covered in some sort of kid secretion. It looks like I have a friggin' Great Dane living in my house. The slime on these windows is so revolting, it's impressive. Why do two-year-olds feel the need to kiss and lick windows? Why can't they be normal kids, licking flag poles?
Ish.
It's just... nasty. When I ran the Windex-soaked paper towel over the window, the dried scum was, in a word, chunky.
Double-ish.
Garden snails leaving their slimy trails on leaves, male cats spraying on anything in their territory, and my two-year-old twins, slobbering and snotting on everything in sight.
Somebody hand me the Lysol and a Haz-Mat suit. This is going to take a while.
Who Am I?
- Coal Miner's Granddaughter
- I am the 40-ish granddaughter of Frank (see header), a fiddle-playing coal miner from West Virginia. I was born and raised in said state and have lived in Georgia since 1994. I have a wonderful husband, three beautiful kids, one cranky cat, and one anxiety-ridden dog.
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2 comments:
Whenever I see kids sludge on the windows, glasses, I always think of Gremlins reproducing.
Now stop that. You're making me hungry.
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