The truth revealed.

Besides the obvious rust stains that I haven't fought off with anything resembling valor....please note the seemingly grey ring around the seat of the toilet. Darlin' DeeDee painted that on over 7 years ago.... why is it still there? Somebody who wishes to remain nameless hasn't changed out a toilet seat before and really isn't interested in learning. Once, she bought a new seat, only to find it was to short for the bowl. It was returned and she (who remains anon.) is still ignoring the fact that she really needs a new toilet seat.

BUT

that's not why you are looking at my lovely (not) toilet......nor is the lovely 1970's electric blue (of which I am very pleased isn't harvest gold or avocado green). No. We're looking at that lovely gray ring around the seat. "what is it?" you may be wondering. Why, I'll enlighten you. It's fingernail polish. Different colors of GLITTER nail polish that will not come out no matter how many times I've gone at it with remover and cotton balls. I've often wondered (and asked) why she decided to paint my toilet seat with fingernail polish. But, considering this is also the girl who used markers to paint her walls, sheets and window screens....I was not surprised when I got the run around for an answer. The most believable of which was "I was trying to make it pretty" (it's a TOILET seat. Toilet seats aren't PRETTY). However, yesterday I was finally blessed with the answer of truth. She was 6-7. She was mad. (surprise she's my kid) at me. (bigger shock, I know) So, she decided that she would put a bunch of nail polish on the seat (check) so that I'd get stuck when I sat down (uncheck). Much to her dismay......I didn't have to potty before the nail polish dried.

That led to another confession. Oooooooooh, true confessions, deedeestyle. Apparently, she counted the number of pictures containing her sister and then herself. The totals were not in her favor, so she put sour cream on Katie's face to even out the numbers. I knew she was MAD when she did it, but that I would never have guessed. Nor did I realize (8 years later) that there was an uneven number of appearances of my children on my walls.

Who says life as a stay at home mom is boring either has the stepford kids or hasn't given it a run for it's lack of money (hugs,tears, germs, yes.......money, no)