An assface continuation of previous blog

Or, I'll take my meds, do a shit, empty the clothes dryer, strip down and climb in the shower only to have my wet soapy silence interrupted by the screams of Miss O. I was already covered in soap, there was no turning back, I had to finish washing. Her screams increased causing me to be so distracted that before I knew it, I was washing my face with the very same face washer I'd just washed my ass with. It's now that I say with relief that I do not wash my face with my mouth open.

I jump out of the shower, mad rush dry and dress, and I swear to fucking chocolate, the little bitch laughed at me as I ran into her room. If she could speak, she'd be calling me assface.

In her defense  I had a look at the ear she was trying to rip off her head ..... There was so much wax layered over her ear hole that I could stick a wick in there and have light till Christmas.

So now, I'm laying in bed with Miss O, typing this on my phone one handed while she stares at the bright screen ...... And sings to me.