Random acts of malice, pt. 3

Sometimes I do things that I know Husband is going to freak out about but then just blame the offensive acts on our children.

For example, I have always hated our yoga ball. It takes up a huge amount of space and has never been used for anything other than bowling down any unsuspecting child. Husband bought it at Ross for $3.99, thereby justifying the acquisition. ‘Cause, if it’s a deal, we MUST get it. Even if we’ll never use it (in the manner for which it is intended).

I just can’t believe that THE KIDS ACCIDENTALLY POPPED IT.

Whoops.