Just come steal these boxes.
Amidst the post day heap; kids are quiet, pleased. Kitchen is a minor wreck. The sink backed up. That it happened to be post peeling potatoes for mashed potatoes automatically means I am to blame, no matter the ensuing efforts revealing the hindrance is somewhere farther down that I've had opportunity to mangle yet.
When I reached for the mop to conquer the army of water approaching, I discovered the head was broken, ripped from it's attachment on the bottom so I can't wring it.
I'd just like to wash the dishes, and I'm about to commandeer the bathtub for this until the drain is solved.
I'm sick, some sinus garbage, post nasal drip so my throat is irritated. My head is balloony too.
I would like hot orange juice.
When I reached for the mop to conquer the army of water approaching, I discovered the head was broken, ripped from it's attachment on the bottom so I can't wring it.
I'd just like to wash the dishes, and I'm about to commandeer the bathtub for this until the drain is solved.
I'm sick, some sinus garbage, post nasal drip so my throat is irritated. My head is balloony too.
I would like hot orange juice.