I don’t have a lot of nice stuff. But, I do take care of my stuff. The issue lies with the men in this house.
Someone just took me “L” key. I have no “L” key. I must use a pointy object to use my “L”.
I was getting dressed for work. I tried to tie my scrubs, and one tie is missing. It’s a rough edge now, which leads me to think that it was the four legged male. A smooth cut would be the middle child.
My Lo-real bare minerals type makeup is gone. $9 is a lot for me to spend on a thing of makeup. I can see where is was dropped across my bedroom. There are little spots of ivory dust. Then it disappears. I believe it was the Baby.
I have a roast in my fridge. I would love to put it in my crock pot. Oh, I don’t have a crock pot pot. I have the crock pot. But not the pot. Why? Oh, the eldest male thought he could reheat the chili on the STOVE TOP.
I bought nice curtains when we bought this house. Twenty bucks a panel. Yeah, that may not be a lot to you, but it is to me. They are now folded in a closet because some people can’t keep thier hands off it. The curtain rods were tossed out because they were bent.
My $120 Birkenstock have been eaten. My kitchen-aid red pots are now an ugly color, from being put in the dishwasher. I have chocolate milk stains in my truck.
Ugh, thanks for the vent.