The Short Bus has picked up two interesting new "projects." Number one, he insists on every single case or box containg a slew of toys to be opened and dumped out on the floor. Not to play with of course, but to make sure the floor is covered in a way so that I'm guaranteed to 1) sprain an ankle 2) spend 2 hours a day picking up the goddam stuff.
Number two, he is no longer satisfied
with simply assaulting me with an insanely steady barrage of shouting; now he ratchets up the irony factor by actually shouting "making noise!" as he's...making noise. Sigh.
All this is a long-winded way of saying I'm about three more non-sequitous screams from blowing my brains out.
(getting the gun)
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