It really is no fun being the only girl in a house full of boys.
What is so darn funny about farting anyway? Why do you have to fan the air toward each others faces when you do? Do you really have to mute the television so that we can all enjoy the sound?
Can boys wear underwear without getting some sort of brown smudge in there? What the heck is that about? There is constant scratching, rearranging, "unsticking" and tugging going on. Is there some sort of magnetic pull that as soon as you take your clothes off, the hand is attracted down there? Leave the dang thing alone! You never see girls doing that crap.
Must you climb the entertainment center? Really? Can't you just look at something without feeling the need to perch on top of it. Is it some sort of uncontrollable urge to conquer that makes you stand on top of every counter in my house?
My point is this...boys are so totally different than girls that it is scary. We are invisible until they want something from us. We are mute until they need us to tell them where something is. Well boys, here are some shocking developments for you...
The dirty clothes hamper actually has a lid on top. You open it and put the clothes "inside". Crazy huh? And all this time you thought the clothes just stacked on top until they fell on the floor.
Just because something fits in your hand doesn't mean you are supposed to throw it. It's ok to just set things down. Really!
You know the stuff that you see on the floor? The thing that you push around with your toe to see what it is and then leave it there? Well it would actually be ok for you to pick it up and throw it in the trash instead of walking through the house to find me to tell me about it.
I really don't give a darn about what you found in your ear/nose/belly button. And I sure as heck don't want to smell it, thanks anyway.
Sometimes, I have stuff that I want to do! I know, I know its confusing. You always thought I was here to serve you. How about this, try making your own egg sandwich! Get your own glass of juice! Find the remote your self!
Boys stink.....literally.
PS: Stop drinking out of the jug!
