Such sorrow - where have the 2 hour showers gone?
No more empty gas tank when mother gets into the car in the morning...
A very quiet fridge (at the optimal temperature) since the doors are now
closed after they are opened...
A discontented dog stomach - where are the midnight snacks?
A naked bedroom floor - chilly and exposed to the world...
A lonely plunger next to a forsaken pristine potty, next to a full toilet paper roll...
Where are the piles and piles and piles of putrid socks and underwear - mixed with the clean clothes that should have been put in the dresser drawer? How about the towels that smelled like rotting carcass?
Funny, I don't see a sad face on you!
ReplyDeleteNo sad face on the liquor cabinet!
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