Oh, Crap

Nobody can say the Tuna House isn't fun. Just ask the Toddlers.

Today, Number 1 and Number 2 discovered the quilted softness of the two-ply and spent the day whipping themselves into a frenzy as they redecorated my entire bathroom.



It reminded me of the High School Marching Band Director's front yard after the legendary TP party of 1979.


Or so I'm told.