Friday, November 18, 2011
Where's my cape?
You came in, made yourself a "snack" in at least three stages, while I cleaned up the debris you & the spawn had left all over the coffee and dining tables.
The family room is a disaster; the house needs vacuuming; you have sleeping bags and propane tanks that need to be put away; it's your turn to clean the litter box; there are piles of your crap that need to find a home other than the end table. So if you wonder why I'm pissed that you're sitting your lazy ass on the sofa watching the idiot box, that would be why.
Either get your ass to the gym and out of my sight, or get it in gear to help clean your home.