mmmmpha

If you were a fly on the wall you would have heard this conversation in my house this weekend:

Me: “Honey, there is a toad in the shower, I’m tagging you in on this one because I am way to hungover to deal with toad urine. Greebo must have brought it in to taste more purple. Additionally I recommend grabbing the empty Wendy’s cup to trap it to take back outside because it has a good depth while still able to cover the top with your hand.”

Him: “yeah, we should get some disposable cups so we can save the live things easier.”

Me: ~face in pillow~ “mmmpha” (roughly translated—good idea, I need to die now)