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Originally posted by greatwhitenorthchick
This is why I'm never living with anyone ever again ever. Except maybe in my dotage in the retirement villa. Or unless I have a full-time maid.
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Wait a minute. Don't you have a spot reserved in Branson?
A related note: in my kindergarten-son's class, on the 100th day of school, they were doing a bunch of projects related to the number 100, one of which involved drawing a self-portrait of what they'd look like when they were 100 years old.
Most of them drew canes, the boys drew beards, many had hats; one day as I was looking at the various pictures, the teacher called my attention to one girl's portrait: there were two people in the picture -- one was she (the
artiste) and the other was her home aide.
It took every ounce of my self-control not to burst out laughing - but believe you me, I was laughing on the inside.
