Seriously, I don't know why the H~ I'm moving. My parents take SUCH good care of me. I don't pay rent, and here's what I get for my money: My dad goes to the store and gets beer for me, vacuums out my car and fixes all things broken. My mom does all my laundry and folds it and places it on the ladder leading up to my adorable loft bedroom. She cooks all my meals, makes coffee, and even has drinks waiting when I get home from a long night at work. The other night I nodded off without finishing my beer and when I woke up she asked if I was ready for it again. Here she had corked it and put it in the fridge for me!
Here's a day in my life. Normally I work at 4pm, so the following meals took place between me waking up at 11am and leaving for work at 3:45pm:
Can I take your place? Seriously, I don't know why you'd move away from that sweet deal!
Makes me miss my Mommy. She used to have oven french fries or homemade cookies for me after school.
This is very worrisome. Very worrisome. However I tell myself when I thinking of the bonding time you are getting with the folks, are they secretly thinking "when is this freeloading lazy arse gonna get outta here, didn't we get rid of her at 18?".
Kelly, I am now the favorite. Especially after I spent the entire morning with dad cleaning out the gargage for the new cement going in on Monday.
We also moved a bunch of heavy equipment and I think I did good.
dbs: Aren't moms the bestest??
I miss mine already!
That was exactly my worry Kady. Then I thought so she gets the estate and that tractor. It also comes with 345 billion jugs, 743 million Thingy-ma-bobs, and a ton of /#+-
Mom I'm strictly speaking in regards to the items in dads garage. Please don't stop making me my favorite fudge when I come.
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