“Brenda, why don’t you ever replace the milk? I’m getting so fed up when I wake up in the morning and don’t have any milk for my cereal. If it runs out, replace it! It’s not that hard.”
“Oh, heaven forbid you don’t get to eat first thing in the morning. It wouldn’t hurt if you skipped breakfast every once in a while.”
“Really?! You’re changing the subject. You do that a lot --if it’s not what you want to talk about. Well we need to get this sorted out. You never do anything around here. When’s the last time you cleaned the crumbs from your crusty bagels around the toaster? You never empty the trash or clean the bathroom. This place is filthy and you just parade around here like you’re some queen.”
“Excuse me, ‘Miss my mommy and daddy pay for everything.’ Like oh my god life is so hard. At least I know what hard work is. Anyway, I’m just trying to give you some friendly advice. It’s the truth and sometimes it hurts pfff. Didn’t mommy teach you that when you were growing up or was she too busy spoiling you.”
“Oh don’t even start. You can’t use that “I’m too tired to do anything because I have to work and go to school.’ Maybe if you weren’t so busy spending every waking moment serving your boyfriend hand and foot you’d have time to do something productive around here. Oh and pleasing your boyfriend does not count as a ‘job.’ I’m not your maid either.”
“Haha. It’s good for you to get a taste of what it’s like to do household work like your little servants at home. So you hungry, I’m going to go get something to eat?”
“God you are such a bitch. I give up, you are impossible.”
“Yeah, I know. Come on, let’s go get something to eat.”
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