23/08: Letter Saturday
Dear Whomever Keeps Messing Up My House,
I don't know how you keep finding me. I've moved several times over the years, hoping evade your evil clutches. But here you are again. Always messing things up. Does the joy come from watching me labor over righting everything that you've destroyed?
You could help out every once in awhile, you know, actually put the dishes in the dishwasher. Take the wet clothes out of the washer and load them into the dryer. Fold the dry clothes. I leave you for sometimes 12 hours a day and yet you don't seem to find the time. Amazing.
If you want to wear my makeup, that's fine, just put it back in the cute little basket afterwards. The counter is just not big enough for all the stuff that you insist needs to go on it: makeup, flat iron, any number of brushes, toothepaste, hair dryer, perfume, medicine...I get it. It takes a lot of stuff for you to look good. I wouldn't know, since I've never actually seen you, but I have to be convinced by the sheer number of items left out. I don't think that I did it. I have too much respect for a clean house.
Oh, and it's okay to play a DVD; please put it back in the zipper case.
Oh, one more thing, if you're going to knit, then do it right. I had to rip back three rows on th fluer de lis scarf last night and I wasn't too happy about it.
Sincerely,
Nikki
Category: General
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Abby wrote: