Last night, at 8:37PM, I sent my mom this text:
"Earlier when I went to the girls room to talk to Cassie I opened the door and it smelled really really bad like someone had either bad gas or pooped in there. Awful!"
at 8:38PM I receive this message from Cassie:
"Umm you sent that to me... And its Oreo's cage (Guinea Pig), I was gonna clean it today but didn't."
OMG, how embarrassing! I seriously wanted to hide and never talk to her again. But I replied with this:
"Cud u please please clean it soon? I wasn't sure if u were sick or there something wrong in there. Not like it's easy talking to someone about that kind of thing."
Then sent this one again right after that one:
"Also very sorry about that text."
She replied:
"You thought that was ME!?"
I relied:
"Wasn't sure what or who it was. To be honest I thought your dad had spent time in there and farted a lot. Smile. Was kinda worried."
She relied:
"LOL its alright I'm not upset, I'll clean it tomorrow morning."
"Ok glad you're not sick or dying! Smile. Poor Me... I sleep in the same room as your Dad even when he has gas. Yuck. But its a part of getting older."
She replied:
"That sucks :/ lol haha you will get there. Smile"
I replied:
"So will you! LOL"
Wow... that whole situation could have turned out SO much worse than it did! I still don't see how a guinea pig's cage can smell like human gas but oh well. She says it wasn't her, I guess I will take her word for it.. this time.
I never did send that text to my mom.
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