This morning, construction drills woke me up. Needless to say, I was not pleased. The boys slept through (men are gifted that way).
So I took a shower, figuring it would give me some quiet time and let me unwind. Then I jumped when I heard this nasty cackling. We have this one rubber duck that cackles in a really menacing way whenever it's touched by anything - human hands and apparently water. I moved it away from the shower. It kept cackling. "Ha! Ha! Ha!" Imagine how annoying this is.
I moved the duck into a green plastic bowl we have in the bathroom - D used to soak his feet in it. The duck kept going.
So I grabbed it and threw it hard against the floor.
It was satisfying, but I felt kind of mean at the same time ;)