Okay, that was supposed to be funny, and maybe it is not. Yesterday I got a visitor at the door. I love it when the kids answer the door and tell me someone is here, and I haven't even heard a knock, so I was caught a little unawares (ie, 8:30am jammies, hair parted down the middle, sans brassier, eating a bowl of oatmeal). So he was a nice looking man who was looking in my house at the cushion/blanket fort that the kids had made right after they got up. He was wanting to info about the house next door because he could never catch them at home. And me being the honest...say too much person that I am said "Oh, I am sure they are home, they just don't answer the door" He asked about what water system we were on and sewer, and I volunteered that they had their power turned off, and he said he knew and they were working on getting it turned back on, and that the house was in foreclosure. He was the realtor the bank listed with. I gave him their phone numbers, and I think he got tired of all my wonderful information I was giving him because he said thank you , bye.
"Big G" is still going strong.
There is a trailer that has been sitting in their yard with three end tables and one mattress, it has been there for three days.
Who do you move in with to mooch off of when your unemployed boyfriend is mooching off you?
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