holy shit it was a close call. i think i might be lucky and there was a scotchguard type thing on it? my mom would be prepared like that.
but basically i ran fucking fast to the kitchen and wiped as much as i could onto the floor cos i'd rather clean the carpet than have the couch ruined and be murdered.
it covered the whole cushion, and sank into the back corner, then when i lifted the cushion it covered under the cushion too. i thought it was a hopeless battle. but i won. no battle scars either.
so. effin. lucky.
(good thing my stuff is already/hanst been un packed tho in my room incase they do find out haha)
hahaha thats awesome. i love hearing stories about my parents. i hear most about my dad cos he was the oldest of three brothers. one of my favorites goes like this:
me: hey dad how did you get that scar on your eye? mom: you dont want to know. me: obviously now i do. mom: why dont you tell her rick? dad: *blushing and goofy typical dad grin* we had a rock fight.
my mom is exactly the same. my sisters and i will spend hours cleaning the house before she comes home from the cottage and she will walk in the door and freak out that its soo messy (meaning that there is a piece of dust that we missed) and she will re-clean the entire house
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i would have thought there was no hope to clean it and moved out
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i think i might be lucky and there was a scotchguard type thing on it? my mom would be prepared like that.
but basically i ran fucking fast to the kitchen and wiped as much as i could onto the floor cos i'd rather clean the carpet than have the couch ruined and be murdered.
it covered the whole cushion, and sank into the back corner, then when i lifted the cushion it covered under the cushion too. i thought it was a hopeless battle. but i won. no battle scars either.
so. effin. lucky.
(good thing my stuff is already/hanst been un packed tho in my room incase they do find out haha)
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i love hearing stories about my parents. i hear most about my dad cos he was the oldest of three brothers.
one of my favorites goes like this:
me: hey dad how did you get that scar on your eye?
mom: you dont want to know.
me: obviously now i do.
mom: why dont you tell her rick?
dad: *blushing and goofy typical dad grin* we had a rock fight.
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wtf. little boys are stupid. but awesome. haha
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my bedroom door has to stay shut as well.. haha
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