[Sam and his friend are walking through the house]
Sam's friend: "Why do you have so much stuff everywhere?"
Sam: "Want to play legos?"
Sam's friend: "Is this the room your cat sleeps in?"
Sam: "I don't have a cat."
Sam's friend: "Why does it smell like cat poop, then?"
Sam: "We had a dog once. And a fish. The fish died."
Sam's friend. "Your house is really a mess."
Sam: [says nothing]
Sam's friend: "Why is your house such a mess?"
It reminded me of this one time a few years ago when we all had parasites and no one cleaned the house for two months. When I could finally stay upright for twenty minutes without fainting, I called one of those cleaning ladies in the phone book for help.
She said no. My house was too messy for her.
Reviewing the Mail: Week of 11/118
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