Leave It, Patches!  God#)($it!

I know I have to keep my bathroom door shut.  I Know I do.  And yesterday, when I found a half eaten toothbrush in the back yard, I know that was my fault for leaving the door open.  I just forget sometimes.  I working.  I go to the loo.  I leave the door open. 80% of the time, it's closed.

So this morning, when I walked through the hall and saw the door open and the light on.  I looked in and immediately saw things were missing.  You know, sometimes, you don't want "things" strewn across your back yard for the neighbors to see.  So I marched down the hall and flung open the door.  Patches sat bolt upright, guilty and excited at the same time.  I didn't even wait. "LEAVE IT GODDAMMIT" I said in my bad mommy voice.  It didn't matter.  He grabbed my bra and ran across the yard.  No.  Actually, he grabbed half my bra and ran.  The other half lay in the grass like an abandoned, deflated life raft. 

My wardrobe continues to decrease.

9:45:22 AM