When you're alone...
Last night I had the whole house to myself. It was strange, but nice. Very quiet, but I got laundry folded and some things sewn up. Also, I played catch up with the Soap Opera tapes. I am caught up to last Monday. WOOHOO! At this rate, I might catch up with them entirely, which would be good since the boy hates them so much and complains bitterly for months about having to watch it once in awhile. The other day he went on and on about it and I don’t think I’ve “made” him watch it in months. In retribution, I made him watch some last weekend, cause I needed the tape to be free. He put up with it, but I will prolly hear about it later.
He “has” to watch them so infrequently that he doesn’t even know what’s going on, and they don’t really change their story lines that fast. No sympathy here, can you tell?
He “has” to watch them so infrequently that he doesn’t even know what’s going on, and they don’t really change their story lines that fast. No sympathy here, can you tell?
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