When Sara, who has never been to this house, visited me I grandly announced to her that I was living in 'genteel squalor' with thousands of dollars worth of art on the walls but covers on the sofa and chairs because the worthless ones insist on using them for anything ranging from eating mini cocos ( a messy business ) to a safe place to throw up after eating grass.
I refuse to refinish the covers on the couch and chairs for sure as shit, like when I mop the floors, the worthless ones will take that as an invite to do their business.
So I live in genteel squalor and I hate it.
But the worthless ones are happy.
1 comment:
I don't know Sara but I have to agree with her! Tell me why do you care if the worhtless ones are happy? What about you!?! I think if Chuck were around you would be in BIG trouble, I could just image the words flying... Oh Charles, you would say. I find I am alot like my Uncle... I too love to argue, should I love that?
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