My mom once told me I was going to make someone a very good wife one day. I think she lied. I’m not his wife yet, but I am his girlfriend and I am definitely not good. M has been gone since Sunday morning and the apartment is a wreck. A mountain of dishes, the bathroom full of laundry, dust everywhere and the plants that were green on Sunday are looking more brown and yellow than green. I have until tonight to clean the entire apartment and
By the way, did you know that ancient Egyptian priests would pluck every single hair from their body? That seems a little strange. And time consuming. I might take it up as a hobby just to get out of cleaning the apartment. *
