The Kleenex Massacre
Sinus infections are a terrible, and I usually get a really bad one every year. I had to call the doctor and get antibiodics called in to my local pharmacy. I set out to pick up my medication, and never thought I should have cleaned up the end table next to the couch I was camped out on all week while nursing my illness. I left the house with a brand new box of Kleenex (and might I add the really good and moisturized ones that don’t hurt your nose!) sitting on the end table, along with my other cold remedy necessities.
I was only gone for maybe fifteen minutes. Feeling absolutely horrible from being up and around, I came back inside the house and found Kleenex covering every inch of the floor! I just stood there in utter shock, and almost didn’t notice the little culprit sitting on the armrest of the couch near me, with his head down in shame. He could barely make eye contact with me and would sneak a look out of the corner of his eye and then cower down in shame. I couldn’t get mad at that face, and broke out in laughter. Luckily I had my phone handy and I captured the most priceless photo of Leko… his first ever “I didn’t do it” photo. Needless to say, there was not a single sheet of Kleenex spared from his few minutes of fun and the hubby had to buy me a new box on his way home from work. Never again will I leave a Kleenex box unattended!