This happens when I leave for 15 minutes to take a shower.
Kristy: Would you like some cake?
Don: It’s kinda a bad time.
Kristy: Oh, no problem. We will get your feet on the ground and your head out of the closet, and it will be all good.
Don: I hurt myself.
Kristy: I bet you did. Where is your pain?
Don: In the middle of my back.
Based on first glance, I would think the middle of his back was the last place that could be injured.
I get him righted on the floor and then leave the room to get whip cream for his cake. When I return to top off the cake, I find him diving into a plate of white cake with chocolate frosting with both hands.
Kristy: Whoa, whoa, whoa, dude. That’s what utensils are for.
Don: Oh, yeah, I forgot.
That’s when he pulls out of his hoodie pocket 2 knives, 1 spoon and 2 forks.
Kristy: How many utensils does it take for you to eat a piece of cake?
Licking his fingers off, he thinks a moment too long and forgot the question.
Kristy: Let me remind you again that today would be a perfect day to take a shower when you finish obliterating the cake.
Don: I need paper towels.
Kristy: Yeah, yeah, and I need a one-way ticket to Mexico.
He needs a lot more than paper towels.
Note to Self: I’m not sure I could tip that chair backwards, even if I wanted to.
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