If I were to do the cat shaming, you'd think Homer would be the culprit, wouldn't you?
The perfect Francine on the other hand, did a spectacular boo-boo on Monday. I don't have a picture of her with a note, but here is the actual issue:
How can such a lightweight cat knock over the litterbox?
And now having shamed the perfect cat, I shall shame the perfect child, again with the actual object of the shame rather than a note:
Ernest's unwashed laundry.
It's bigger than it looks in the basket. I think it's going to be at least 5 loads, maybe 6 as the cycling garments must be washed separately in cold water and gentle cycle. Ernest promised he would do laundry during vacation. Just as he promised he would finish cleaning his room and a variety of other things that haven't been done. He did wash and wax his car, which made his father happy. Making the mother happy is a much lower priority, it seems.
The mother's going to do the laundry now.
What's shameful in your household?