Sabotage

It would appear that Reagan has a plan to sabotage the sell of our house. The realtor brought the contract by Saturday morning and left it for us to sign and return to her office on Monday. So Saturday morning we get the contract in hand and Saturday afternoon Reagan went into action. She was coloring using the cool crayons made for coloring on the glass door, when I turned my back for two minutes and she took off to her room with the crayons. In a matter of moment, she managed to color three walls in her room, the door, her chair, her mirror, and the walls in the hallway and den on the way. I guess the new color on the walls didn't blend in with the carpet, because then she colored large red stripes on the carpet too. After cleaning this mess up as best we could and reminding ourselves we took the lesser bid because the buyers are planning on replacing the carpet, we settled down and decided it wasn't that bad. We then realized Reagan had been quiet for a few minutes too long. At this point we realized she wasn't in her room, but in ours. She had played in my makeup using my mascara as a crayon and flushed many a sunder items down the toilet. I say many a sunder because the plumber hasn't come out yet to get most of them out of the toilet that would not flush at this moment if life depended on it. We did manage to fish out two of my headbands, one of my small trinket boxes that did contain all of my stud earrings (but no longer does as they are still missing), shoe laces, and my favorite lipstick (no, I didn't try to salvage it, although I was tempted to - it cost $11)! Still unaccounted for and assumed lodged in the pipes somewhere is my concealer and my purple amethyst ring that bought for myself as a present when I graduated with my bachelor's degree. Seriously? What did Richard do as a child for me to deserve this? I know it wasn't anything I did! I know I'm not paying for my raising, so I must be paying for his.

Plumber comes tomorrow - can't wait to see if he can retrieve my ring!