Have I mentioned that we are in the midst of an EXTREME home makeover?
Yeah, dead horse.
It is important to note that Captain Jake Sparrow is 'sharing' his room with his mom and dad in terms of furniture. All of our clothes are in his room, because he had the most room available, and his room is nearest to the only working shower, so it just made logistical sense. AND....he was very open to the idea. Shocking, I know.
So when I take a shower, I disrobe in his bedroom, put on my bathrobe, grab my towel, head to the shower, and then get dressed in his room when I'm finished.
No big deal, right?
No problems, whatsoever.
Until this morning.
The Captain comes running out of his bedroom with a 'used' panty liner in his hand, and starts screaming, "WHO put THIS in MY trash can? THIS is disgusting! It smells like POOP!"
What the hell was I thinking, putting a 'used' panty liner in a TRASH CAN in my son's room?
Again, I am not very smart, obviously.
But isn't the bigger question, "WHAT THE HELL IS HE DOING DIGGING THROUGH THE TRASH?????"
And..."WHY WOULD HE THEN PICK SOMETHING OUT OF THE TRASH AND SNIFF IT?"
Or..."IF IT SMELLED LIKE POOP, WHY WOULDN'T HE JUST THROW IT BACK IN THE TRASH RATHER THAN CARRY IT AROUND THE HOUSE?"
All I can say is, thank God it wasn't a tampon.