Paging Mr. Clean
When the cats away, the mice will... make a big fat mess. It's hard to believe that being out of the house for just three short hours can result in such disarray. However, that's exactly what went down. One look at this wreckage and it almost appears to be deliberate. Honestly, to make this kind of ruination, you'd actually have to WORK at doing no work.
The counters are covered with almost every condiment that was just this morning in the refrigerator. But now, it's out and about... like everything else in the kitchen. Hell, he couldn't even make the effort to close the trash can.
Ok, I'll give him the benefit of the doubt. Maybe he broke his arms in some kind of freak accident while I was gone. Of course, this notion is sqaushed as I look over at him sitting comfortably on the couch with a remote control in each hand. Obviously, he felt since he had cooked for himself there was certainly no need to clean.
It's obviously good to be king.
by Mrs. B
by Pissed Off
by Mrs. B
by Messed Up
by The Cleaning Lady
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