25 Unicorn Street- Wednesday morning

Kitty, who smelled freshly of Love's Baby Soft perfume, had found a spot on the sofa to put together some pamphlets that she'd be able to use to try and spread the holy word of Jeff, the God of Biscuits.

It was best not to ask where she got the cream pie sitting on the coffee table that she was more than ready to throw at someone, though she'd- thank god- refrained from throwing it at Lexi, who'd made her way upstairs to tell Clint that "Mommy's sick." Maybe it was the fact that Kitty had dispensed perfectly edible Pez from her own mouth that had freaked her out?


[For the husband!]