Revenge is a b*tch

Let's revisit the previous post about hair cut day.  Brief recap: monkey decided she wanted a haircut, said she wanted it like a boy, hairdresser didn't ask how she wanted it cut, just trimmed, mom ecstatic.  Jump forward to this morning when the monkey was "crafting" supposedly making things to decorate grandma and grandpa's room for their upcoming visit.  Did you catch the word supposedly in that last sentence?  I sure did.  That girl can not be trusted.  Why would I trust her to do the same thing she always does and sit quietly doing art?  Pure insanity.  This is what I walked in to:

Yes, she was smart enough to try to hide the evidence.  I'm pretty sure this bag was heading to the bottom of the lake in a clever maneuver to plead innocence and try to make the prince take the fall for this one.  Since she was busted red handed, I present to you the mug shot.  Hold tight and try not to scare the person sitting next to you with the blood curdling screaming welling up in your throat.

Apparently we can now move to the back woods of Texas and live off the land.  Or return to the 80's and don parachute pants.  Or contact Hollywood and lobby for her to be cast as David Spade's offspring in Joe Dirt 2.  She's a shoo-in.  Famous away little girl.  In the meantime, this mama can't stop crying.  I loooooved that curly hair.  It made me smile.  There isn't enough coffee in the world to take this day out of the red.

 I hate Elmo right now.