I want my towels back, and I want my
So sorry... I guess I need to finish that "sentence". Here you go *LOL*:
- laundry room
back porch
back porch table and bar/storage
window boxes
carport side garden
kitchen and that's a whole other bullet-point
driveway
front porch
guest room and all furniture contained therein (except that bed)
gawd... I'm a wannabe emptynester. Oh, HELL YA!!! Thought NOT finished. I made a new drink. LOL!
I am really REALLY trying not to be a bitch, but...
Don't use MY bathroom rugs at your bedside
If I buy something, don't use it without asking *a la potting soil and pots*
Let's not plan a meal together and then you not eat it
stop using my towels/washcloths/anyfuckingthing
use less of your own towels
pick up your man's (my son's) scrunchie/ponytail holder thingies - this is a HUGE issue, that will be mentioned again, I'm sure...
do laundry conservatively, empty the lint strainers (wet and dry)
stop changing clothes three times a day...and washing them every time you wear them for an hour
Please, put the Windex back where it belongs
I lived here first. It's my kitchen. I want things put back where I put them.
Do no use my good towels to wash the dogs (his bad, not hers).
Get your GED
Get your driver's license
Go to school - ON YOUR PARENT'S DIME
Get your own damn auto insurance - you're not living here free... oh shit... wait... you ARE!
Get your man (my son) to get a fucking job!
Holy shit.. I need to stfu! But I have y'all and you can skip me if you want to.
Howie - sometimes you really DO ge what you wished for, huh
