You know, there may be something wrong in your life when, to prepare for a night out, you have to first tip up any boots not worn for a while, in case there's anything dead in there, then you go to get your Nice, Rarely Used, Shiny Red Handbag... and discover it is full of dry cat food.
I'm just saying.
I'm just saying.
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Date: 2006-11-15 09:24 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2006-11-15 10:50 pm (UTC)And the spare bed still smell of pee, I keep forgetting to trudge over to laundromate with the duvet (can you tell we don't use said spare room very much? ;) Must remember to have this done before end of January when my sisters are supposed to stay in that room for a weekend...
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Date: 2006-11-15 11:37 pm (UTC)Ah, it's that "rarely" that got you. Clearly it was decided if you weren't using it, it was up for grabs.
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Date: 2006-11-16 12:38 am (UTC)neither of these scenarios is particularly comforting.
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