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Slippery Kid

Life is never dull with the Koog twins. Before we left for our summer vacation, Mrs. Koog and the boys stripped the wallpaper in their bathroom (a jack and Jill adjoining room with 2 sinks and then a toilet and shower behind a different door) and tore down drywall to prep for a pocket door. Upon further reflection based on degree of difficulty and time constraints, Mrs. Koog decided to outsource the pocket door installation.

This morning, A, our neighbor and general contractor came over to survey what we need done and give us an estimate. Poor guy, after being sniffed head to toe from Betsy the dog, he had to endure my contracts call. Pretty sure he was not jealous of my job after listening to 10 seconds of that call.

We enter the bathroom through E-Koog’s room because B-Koog’s room should be condemned by the health department. Once in the bathroom, we close the door to E’s room so A can take measurements. Nothing really out of the ordinary or strange at this point.

Once A is done, I reach for the doorknob to get back into E’s room and I’m unable to grip it. It took me and A a good 15 seconds of looking confused at each other to realize the doorknob was greased! Not just a little greased, but REALLY greased. I went over to try B-Koog’s doorknob. Nope, not greased but locked, from the inside,to his room! Luckily, using my unbelievable Koog strength, I was able to turn his knob and pull the door open. I ran back into E-Koog’s to free A from the bathroom. We both enjoyed a good laugh.

Because the suspect knob was on the side of E-Koog’s entrance, I assumed it was E trying to prevent B from coming into his room. Alas, I was wrong. This was all B.

When confronted, there was at first denial then acceptance with an explanation. Apparently there were words between the 2 Koogs over Floyd’s Barber Shop hair gel. This verbal altercation annoyed B and he decided retribution was in order. So, he mixed E’s hair gel, E’s Axe body wash, the co-owned Aquaphore and water in a mug and coated the knob. Then he waited. Then he forgot.

He did reassure me he only wanted to trap E in the bathroom, not me or our poor neighbor.

I asked him where he got the idea. His response, “watching movies with you.” Better keep that tidbit from Mrs. Koog!

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  1. This is to the love of my life. When you were driving in the front seat and crying I was in the back seat crying,for 2 reasons 1my heart is broken over Magen and what she has to face, 2 you .and what you are facing , know I have been there with my love your father. Please put your faith and your sorrow in Gods hands he is on our side. Trust in him. I am 87 and the 4 of you are the reason I want to live a little longer.
    Remember the 4 of you give reason to go on, Love all of you more than you know. Mom

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