Harriet dragged Bad Cuz out of the toy box and gave him a stern talking to. And then she shook him dead.
And on a less entertaining note, someone is finally moving in upstairs. We are not amused. Least of all because I’ve been up since 4am and it’s now 8:30pm. I’m not looking forward to being kept up all night by stompy boys dropping boxes on my head and thundering up and down the stairs like a herd of rhinos.
red paper boat 