I drove Mr. Wild Dingo to the airport yesterday. Nothing like arriving in a new country for 2 days and throwing me to the lions with "drive here and go there and speak to these people." After the stress of driving on the highways and getting honked at in traffic circles, I came home to this:
"I found these like this."
All the rooms in this house have doors, including the living room and kitchen. We basically shut all the doors except the kitchen and "dog room" and leave them to the foyer, dog room and kitchen. Seems safe enough, right? Well, until Mr. Wild Dingo forgets to take his sunglasses off the window sill where the dogs love to watch us come and go.
"Nobody needs this many pairs of sunglasses mom. I'm helping Pop out here."
"And this pair? Let's just say I did him a huge favor here. The style is so five-minutes ago!"
To punish her, I took her and Loki on a long walk through the farms and vineyards. We got to see goats, donkeys and more horses. I got stung by a bee. Teaches me to punish a Sibe I guess.
Later, I rushed out of the house to go do some errands. The parking situation completely stressed me out. There's more room to park a Hummer in a pack of sardines than there is to park a Smartcar in a Swiss parking spot. If I gain 3 more pounds I won't be able to get out of any parked car in Switzerland. It took me 10 minutes to park in a spot, shuffling the car back and forth while a polite person behind me waited.
I came home completely exhausted from the ordeal. (O.K. so I'm jet lagged too. Anything is going to exhaust me.) And I came home to find this:
"Mom, I know you're really upset that you can't get the wireless router working so I let Linksys know how Siberians feel about technology that doesn't work."
Ooops. Looks like I forgot to shut one of the living room doors (there are two). Sadly, this is not her first Suisse masticatory destruction/mischief. Her first mastication was with a bottle of T-9 bike lube in the basement. So now the nice cool basement is off limits to the Sibe.
I sure hope Mr. Wild Dingo doesn't need to return that router.
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