isn't it nice to come home to a clean house, where you feel some return on your investment? I've read about it, even have memories of it from my youth.
Came home after a particularly difficult day, boss being an asshole etc.....to find (@ 6 pm mind you) It's clothes EVERYWHERE-as in covering EVERY SQUARE INCH. Can you imagine living this way? At the very least, have some semblance of order so they that pay the mortgage have some sense of where their efforts go. Not I. Come home to a complete and utter pigsty. Yes, it sucks. It sucks bad.
St.Francis this am, the only thing I can count on. My feet.
Say a prayer, this sucks.
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