The Brain lives upstairs. She's a college student at Florida Gulfcoast University. She has alot of crap in her room and it's spreading....to the room her brothers old room and trinkling down the stairs. Today, we have a buyer coming to look at our house. I have to ride her like Secretariat to corral her debris or at least jam it under the bed so the place looks presentable.
Before she walked out the door this morning I asked no more than a few times to make sure upstairs was fit for showing. There is a great deal of drama involved. I realize she may cure cancer in the future but right now she's like a pebble in my shoe with the whining about "getting to school on time", "so much to do, so little time" drama - as if anyone else in this house, dog included, doesn't have better things to do than clean.
I just received a message on my phone and I thought she was crying but it was laughing. It would appear in her haste to clean her room, appease me and get out the door at dark o'clock she put on the wrong pair of sandals. There is an exact set up upstairs, just like the one's she is wearing.
I can't wait until she has a husband and a baby to really tax her system.
Yes, we're still wearing flip-flops down here. It's a 365 thing. Shouldn't YOU be buying Bonita Springs, Florida real estate?
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