it had (for the most part) been an uneventful morning. I was starting to wonder if I might possibly get through the day without any major mishaps. by lunch time I was whistling dixie thinking, wow, this must be what a normal person's life is like. not bad. I could get used to this.
I disappeared into the laundry room (for like 3 minutes) to switch out the last load. and that, by george, is when it happened.
scene of the crime:
gasp! this was definitely a first degree mess. (namely for the fact that it involved getting down on my hands and knees to clean up) and the suspect(s) had fled the scene. hmmm...I knew a rat when I smelled one.
I moved in to get a closer look and scoped out the evidence. mac and cheese. spiral variety. one small fork, haphazardly discarded, covered in cheesy fingerprints. a couple last bites in the bottom of the bowl. and a few smears, indicating that the suspect had tried to clean up the scene, but had failed miserably.
I could just about guess who the perpetrator was. but to prove my case, I did a quick search through the data base and came up with three possible suspects.
suspect no. 1: phoebe (aka "the pherocious one") known to throw an occasional fit of rage at the dinner table. bad.
suspect no. 3: rowan (aka "the tornado") known to destroy everything in his path. horrendous.
and nothing screams "guilty" more than this look:
*this now concludes the second episode of "crime scene investigations". thanks for tuning in!
until next time!