My Favorite Kindell Story

Sometime in the first month we knew each other, I stumbled across a secret of Kindells. She had a thing about cake. She couldn’t bear to not see someone wearing it. It was like every day was a wedding day, and she was the mischievous bride driven to shove cake up her grooms nose. The first time I saw this, she had chosen my new husband as her victim. Unfortunately for her. She committed her cake attack sure that she had the time to run up the stairs and lock herself in the bathroom safely before Tim could react and retaliate. She was right, she did have time. What she didn’t count on was the fact that the Hankerd house had no lock on the bathroom door. I wish I could aptly describe the look on her face when she realized her folly. I happened to be in the bathroom when she slammed in the door desperately trying to lock it.Of course seconds later Tim came barreling in with what looked like half a cake in his hands. There was blood in his eye. Revenge would be his. A HUGE struggle quickly commenced. It was like two gladiators covered in frosting. I knew it was only a matter of time before she was snorting cake. What these two nut balls didn’t realize is that the wall they were battling against was not a real wall. It had been a doorway into Tim's brothers room. They had boarded it up and put shelving on the opposite side. Tim and Kindell went flying through the 'wall' and destroyed the boys room. Until the day I die, I will never forget the exaggerated dignity with which Kindell arose from the mess, with frosting so far up her nose I am sure her sinus's were colored for years to come, looked around the room in a haughty fashion and said to the shocked boys who had come running up the stairs to see what had happened "when are you going to clean up this room, it's a &^%$#@ mess!" and walked out....

This was years later after she made another unfortunate choice in victim going after one of my sons. LOL.