One of those Small Things in Life

Do you know what this is?

 

Is it a marshmallow? A calcium pill? Half of a hard boiled egg? Eyeball without the iris and pupil? No, no, no and no. Here are some clues: It's confined to a small room; it rarely sees the light of day; where you find one, you'll usually find another; and it's peed on a lot.  Know what it is now?

It's one of those small things in life that irritates the heck out of me because it NEVER, EVER stays where it belongs.  It's not that it doesn't know its place; it does. It just doesn't want to stay in its place. It's a roamer; it roams. You never know where you're going to find it.

It knows its place; it just doesn't

want to stay in its place.

It's always somewhere other than

where it's supposed to be.

It drinks out of the toilet

and out of the sink - YUCK!

But what irks me the most is 

its addiction to sex.

Because now I have to find a home

for six illegitimate toilet snap-on thingies. 

Oh, wait a minute! They're so cute

I think I'll just keep'em.