OKAY YOU TWO.
LISTEN THE FUCK UP.
For second and hopefully final time, LEGOS ARE NOT KITTY LITTER.
THIS IS NOT A LITTER BOX.
(It's also not full of Baby 0-6 month sized clothing, which you shouldn't pee on either because NOT A LITTER BOX.)
We have two actual litter boxes, which both see fairly frequent and successful use, given how often I'm cleaning them out, and yet here we are. The boys started complaining that one of the Lego bins "smelled bad" and sure enough, someone (or sometwo) had peed in it.
Now, usually this would be the sum of the story, and where the post would end, but because my life is EXTRA GLAM these days, it does not. Because midway through my disinfecting process, I noticed the water level started dropping. Because...
I'm starting to suspect that I am not good at doing things.
(For the record I HAD the sink stopper in place before I filled the sink up. Plz assign proper credit there. It just doesn't seal super well sometimes and got shifted out of place by a small Lego tidal wave of wheeeeee let's all fall into the garbage disposal yoo guyz!)
Jason was picking my sister up at the airport when this happened, so when they arrived they were greeted by the sight of me up to my elbows in the sink, digging out approximately 500 damn Legos (because of course it was all those dumb super-small 1x1 bricks and minifigure heads) out of the garbage disposal, along with a lot of assorted food goo and gunk. Also several fully-intact olives.
I eventually got it all out (save for one tiny minifigure arm that came shooting out of the disposal the next time we turned it on), rewashed everything, and now they are all merrily drying off on the back deck.
EVERYTHING IS AWESOME.
Meanwhile the cats remain inside, staring wistfully.
DON'T YOU GET ANY IDEAS. ALSO I FOUND THE BIN LIDS AND SHALL BE STRESSING THE IMPORTANCE OF THEIR USAGE.
(You'll never guess what the boys want for their upcoming birthdays. Nope, you'll never guess. It begins with L and ends in oh my fucking God stop no more halp.)