One of the conditions of our moving into this house was that our friend the landlady would come over to inspect the house every six months, in April and October. Her previous tenants were prone to doing unhelpful things to the house, which she would later discover after they moved out, so she figured it was in her best interest to come visit every so often. Can't say I blame her, but the previous tenants I'd like to line up and fire-hose.
She's coming tomorrow, so today I'm scrubbing the bathroom grout. GROSS. I've decided that if the road to hell is paved with good intentions, the rest of hell is paved with tile. "Here's your toothbrush, Mr. Hitler!"
Speaking of odious people... then there's the overly helpful neighbor in Fargo, North Dakota, who planned on passing these out to the Fatty Fatterson children who come to her door for trick-or-treat tomorrow night. I hope she grows a heart. Or a brain. OR some courage (to sign her name).
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| How superior you must feel :) |