Child Squatter

Someone call the law! There is a squatter amongst us! Maybe I should just rename tree girl/Brace Face and start calling her pig pen. Never to her face of course, don't want to damage her delicate psyche. Who raised this child? Must be some thing genetic from his side. On a positive note, in the picture above you can see if you ever need a cup or some trash, maybe to light the fireplace on a nippy winters eve, just go to her dresser and wallah! Where are all the clothes that belong in those drawers you ask? Where else? The floor.

I don't know about you but I always smuggle fruit by the foot into my bedroom and eat in bed then throw the wrappers between the bed and the wall. I say smuggle because we do not eat in our rooms in this house, unless your Mom is at her quilt guild meeting or cleaning the bathroom.
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My phone!!! I have been looking for that phone for weeks. Errrr!

Fritos anyone?

I'll leave you with this thought. Above are my tart burners, affectionately called turd burners in our house. Why would you crumble up the little metal wrapper for the tea light and throw it back in there? Why?

Well Pig Pen, my cute, sloppy borderline disgusting child, your squatting days are over. Hope you didn't have any plans when you got home from school today...