"What is THIS?!" she screeched. Binky ran under the coffee table. "Is.....is this.......POO?! On the wall...AGAIN?!"
Wasn't me Mom, honestly.
"Didn't we go through this once before? Didn't we already have a talk about flinging poops around the house?"
We did, however there was not enough substantial evidence to prove who the culprit was. It's been a cold case for quite a while now. Looks like they struck again.
She took the broom and swept it off the wall back into the litterbin, all the while talking through her teeth. "All I want is to NOT have POOP on the walls! Is that too much to ask?!" she huffed as she lifted the clothes from the washer and put them into the dryer. "You guys have a litterbin. It's not like you don't have a litterbin, for crying out loud. People come over..." In goes the last sock. "...they look at my walls..." In goes the dryer sheet. "...and all they see is...." Shut the dryer door. "..................wha......WHAT?!!!!!!!!! Another one?!!!!! STUCK to the DOOR of the DRYER?!"