Kitties. You be the judge.
There I was, mono railing it on the tub edge. I was watching mom get ready for the day, right? Right.
We live in an old house and the bathroom is ultra small. Just the little sink vanity, potty and tub. Well, mom lays her disguise materials out on the vanity edge before she puts them on her face. They must be impawtent cause she carefully puts them away when she is finished her dabbing and applying and all that stuff.
Well, she was dabbing, smearing and in general, putting stuffs on her face, poor woman. Now Kitties, I simply rose and made to get onto the edge of the vanity so as to have a drink from the faucet. But because all her stuffs were out including brushies and whatever for her task of disguising her face...she saw me poised to walk through it to get into the sink bowl. Yes, the stuffs woulda gone into the wet sink but there would still be room for me. Can you believe it Kitties? She said "no" to me. I will admit she was barely audible--- but the take away here is: she said "no". She actually said "no". No, I tell you. To me.
I squealed (mom here..she sure did squeal) a high pitched- but low volume squeal. Twice, as she said "no" again!
Here is where I ask you to be the judge. She told several friends that she had always thought I was a 14 pound bag of sugar without a grain of salt in me. She says now with that yucky sounding squeal (her words) I said to her, that I had a whole shaker of salt in me. She said that was not nice and that I was a spoiled brat. Think she's mean.
You be the judge.