The Tupperware Strikes Back

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 As Logged By:

 Agent Chase

 

Crazy Heidi has come and gone

After yelling like Star Trek's crazy Khan.

Did my diabolical scheme task her?

Ha!  Of that I'm sure!

 

Yummy pasta for dinner.

Chocolate cake is always a winner.

Found a container for leftovers?

Uh oh, where's the lid with the clovers? 

 

"I don't know what to think!"
 
Daddy helplessly watches Mommy as she throws her arms into the air.  "At least your friend isn't complaining about everything anymore."
 
"That's because she isn't here!"
 
Even I have to crawl a step back after that loud wail.  Mommy takes a few deep breaths, she glances at the half empty wine bottle, and she takes another breath.  A really, really big one.
 
"I still don't understand how Chase managed to switch the wine out for vinegar."
 
"Are you sure the wine wasn't bad?"  Daddy asks with a lift of his brow.  "How could a baby manage to do something as crazy as that?"
 
"You mean as diabolical," Mommy corrects and zings a glare at me.
 
How funny.  She took the words right out of my mouth.  A truly diabolical idea for crazy Heidi.  What I hadn't expected, however, was how thirsty she apparently would be.  While I thought she would only take a sip...
 
One huge, mega-large gulp was what she took.  And that wine glass of hers, which had been completely full, was one hundred percent empty!
 
Talk about gagging, talk about sputtering!  
 
Then, came the screaming. 
 
Who knew that Heidi's face turn so purple!?  Even from under all of that makeup. 
 
He, he, he...
 
"Oh, well," Mommy caves with a sigh.  "You're right.  At least, I don't have to listen to her nit-picking anymore.  I guess I should tell a little love bug how thankful I am."
 
A kiss on my cheek and I flash a big grin.
 
I told you that I'd get Heidi, too.  See, Mommy, it's great being diabolical.
 
"How about we celebrate with some pasta and cake?"
 
My favorite!
 
Forget being diabolical, now's the time to clap, and giggle, and squeal.
 
I slurp at my noodles, I 'yum' at the cake.  I gladly accept when offered some more.
 
"I'm so full," Mommy smiles as she takes her last bite.  Her smile widens and she adds, "with just enough leftovers that I won't have to cook lunch tomorrow." 
 
Mommy gets up and eyes the pasta.  Her mind whirring as she thinks before reaching into the large drawer for just the right storage tupperware.  She pulls out her favorite:  A clear one with little, green clovers printed along the rim.
 
"Now, where is that lid?"
 
She looks through the drawer, she searches again.  Mommy scrunches her face.  She pulls out every piece.  Tupperware are strewn all over the floor and, still, she has to search some more.
 
"Where is the clover lid?"  She calls out and heads to the other drawers.  
 
Over and over Mommy frantically searches.  Until nothing is in its place.  Until the kitchen is a mess.  Until Mommy falls flat on her rump.
 
"I give up!"
 
All the while I continue to sit on that very lid.  Should I tell her where it is?
 
I consider doing so.  
 
Instead, I reach for another handful of cake.
 
 
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