Morgan vs. Morgan

Okay. So....... let's think here....... you "maybe" or "maybe didn't" eat the living fuck out of my loveseat while we were at work earning the money to feed you and your brother. Fair enough. Taking a stretch here but.....I kinda think that you DID, and had yourself a good time doing it. You instantly lied to me and swore the foam dangle from your lips had been planted. You had been framed, you said. I swear you even looked towards the giraffes. No one likes a liar Kylee, and a bad one is even worse.

I asked the Russian and he wanted nothing to do with it. He's alone with you too often and feared for his safety but he did pass a wink on the sly. I returned a nod to him that you didn't see, we all know what you've done and you have a lot to learn in this house. While your brother is not a direct snitch... he is extremely fond of food and warm bedding. Your trust is so blind and I l smile at it, I'm not going to let on that he is KGB and knows where his stomach loyalty lies. You don't know..... I, however, do.

You finally gave up and screamed "YES I ate the loveseat and it .... was.... GOOD!" in a definant snatching of the foam I was earnestly trying to pick up lest your Father come home and feel the same "God Dammit! Get the beating stick" that I do.

"Why did you lie to me?"

You then gave me a look of complete sympathy as though I was the stupid one in this situation.

"Mama, you wanted to hear I didn't do it." then you went outside, and pissed in the pool.

I'm not sure what happened. I was inside cleaning up and went outside, caught you pissing - which isn't that bad. In my work clothes and all I dove in that 3 inches of water pool and we had us a tangle.

Eat the little furniture I own and we WILL battledome in 3 inches of water, don't care what I have on or if I rolled in piss water, you went DOWN little one. You did get in some good nibbles and quite few nice slides. I dove into that pool and you knew it was coming and darted. Wasted my time.

Fairly laughable that a grown woman went outside to go one round with you, mud-wrestle style until someone gave up. You ate my loveseat! I HAD to challenge you. We rolled, there were grunts, kicking, much splashing.... Russian kept score. We went at this for ten minutes in nasty water, neither of us giving up. (When I say we rolled.... I'm not remotely kidding lol.... I pounced the giant puppy as thought I was on a spring landing into nothing water and tackling her, and she said GAME ON!) It was a bitch fight. We went in circles like two wild gerbils who had lost it over the walking wheel, both dripping and looking like morons. I'm not sure my work outfit is salvagable. Was worth it (as I pick algae out of my hair).

Mom won. Then had to towel her off. Hm. We both still look pretty pathetic, dripping all over and laughing at eachother.

(Click to enlarge mopey loser of the match!)

-DM