Belladonna is back home and I enjoy having her around. She brings a special kind of energy.
That does not mean that it is always skittles-and-cream. Earlier today she was grousing about another family member who was not putting new rolls of toilet paper on the dispenser after finishing off the previous tenant. I heard Mrs ERJ explaining that was just one battle of many we had fought but ultimately decided it wasn't worth the cost of winning.
Then, a wee bit later I heard Bella happily humming to herself and shortly after that I smelled chocolate brownies baking in the oven.
Even if that is where the story ended, I would enjoy the swift "being done" with the minor frictions that occur when people live together.
"Who are those for?" I asked, thinking I might get a few brownies.
Bella said "I made these for fill in name of person who doesn't put new rolls of toilet paper on dispenser "
You will notice that I was very classy and have not impugned the good name of anybody who lives in my house. I am good like that.
"Can I have a couple?" I asked.
"You have all of them for all I care." Bella said.
That didn't make any sense to me. Why could I all eat all of them if she made them for you-know-who?
On a hunch, I looked at the offending roll of toilet paper. Bella had taken it back off the dispenser and placed it back on the floor. Odd.
Then I looked inside the roll and saw what looked like a big, double-fingerful of brownie batter.
"Did you do that?" I hollered, knowing full well it had to be her.
"Dad. When you tell somebody something a hundred times and they don't listen, it is probably because you are using a language they don't understand." Bella replied. "I am using a different language, one he can understand."
I wish I had a cam stashed in the HVAC vent. I would pay money to watch you-know-who run his fingers into that roll of toilet paper.