A rare day

A rare day, a glorious day. A Saturday off. That never happens. I shall use it wisely. I shall spend my time in amazing, wonderful pursuits. I shall….

….do laundry. I’m estimating, by the end of the day, 10 loads. “Do your own laundry this week,” I said.

Apparently NO was the answer I didn’t hear. Or, most likely, “Were you talking to me? I thought you were talking to him.” Or even more likely, “You never said that. And when you didn’t say it, I didn’t hear you because I was playing Sims/Call of Duty/Minecraft/watching TV/texting/ignoring you.”



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