God I can hardly believe it. What pigs.
Do you believe this underwear?
Rolled like a crepe and stuck in a loafer.
What on Earth possessed her?
This apartment gets on my nerves.
Don't they ever clean the litter box?
Don't they ever hang a towel up?
Don't they ever throw things out?
What possesses them to have so much.
They don't need half of it.
My urge is to throw it out. Just
throw it out--and you know what?
They'd never know the difference.
No, they'd never find out.
Do you suppose she leaves this?
Like bait, on purpose--or not.
God knows she treats money like dirt.
Yet she begrudges a lousy $40.
And what I do for them! Shocking.
You'd think they'd appreciate me.
They think I come with the place.
Probably time to get the laundry now.
1 comment:
I am sure that my mother has had these days. Thanks for the laughs!
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