Last gripe before I turn in.
She had the nerve to ask/tell my brother to wash the dog before going to work tomorrow.
UH, hello. He gets up at 6. Or leaves around 6. (She asked him at the end of ER.) And the reason She can't wash the dog herself?
Her nails. They'd get ruined.
(They're fake. I don't understand. They seem to work fine for furlough.)
Can anyone here spell "gloves"?
Aside from the fact that requiring a drink after an AA meeting is just absurd, I am outraged my brother is forced to carry so much of the housework. I've noticed that he's the only person in this household capable of washing dishes. No, really.
Tomorrow I'm diving into the back 'porch' area. Not sure what exactly lives there. Except that it blocks the view from my window. In the event of a fire I'd have a dickens of a time climbing out. (Not that we live in a fire trap. I'm just paranoid. I have two doors leading from my bedroom.) However, if a tornado were to set down, I'd be set. My room is in the exact center of the house AND next to two bathtubs. What more could a girl ask for?
Nite!
posted by irene @ 10/11/2002 05:43:00 AM
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