The Buckets by Greg Cravens for November 03, 2024

Husband & Wife are out for a drive when they stop for him to take a restroom break. He comes back with two sodas, one in each hand. Holds out both hands to let her choose one. She opens hers and it spews all over her. He says she picked the one he dropped.

Toby has a death wish.

One day when I was about 4 or 5 I was home alone (yea, it was legal then) and bored. Don’t know why, but I got a bottle of pop and started shaking it. Eventually it blew the cap off the bottle and the contents everywhere. If I remember correctly it reached the kitchen ceiling.

At the party of my- I think- seventh birthday one of the invited friends opened the little door where the wood and coals go in on my mum’s wood stove in the kitchen. Then he blew into the stove. Ash covered all parts of him and most parts of the kitchen. Mum was so not amused!

Get Toby in there to clean the kitchen completely! and do Eddie’s laundry.

Toby needs his backside warmed.

Now both brothers can learn how to deep clean a kitchen.

Toby needs to spend some quality time grounded

It was a set up I tell ya.

Way back in the early 70’s I had stashed a six-pack of soda in the back seat of my VW bug, where the heaters are located, while driving back to college with two other pals during the winter. Yep, while going up a mountain pass in Colorado those sodas over heated and exploded all over the back seat rider. I wonder if he has PTSD from that!?

Big brothers can be the worst. Worms in my sisters bed.

Toby has a lesson in cleaning kitchens: ceilings, walls, cupboards, countertops, and floor.

Had Eddie had a brain shutoff pill this morning? He’s way to smart to be fooled by Toby that way. It’d be more believable the other way around.