When my mom was in high school, one of her best friends lived in an interesting home. From the outside it was quite ordinary, but on the inside – wow. And my mom really loved the master bedroom, which had white carpeting.
So when our house was being built, my mom put white carpeting in the master bedroom. And she hates it. It’s filthy and no amount of “Rent-A-Vac” cleans it. She wants it ripped out so it can be replaced with a hardwood floor and an area rug.
Last night I decided to help out by throwing up on the rug approximately a dozen times. It went from filthy to totally disgusting. You’re welcome!
But then I didn’t feel well. I couldn’t eat my breakfast, and I really just wanted to be left alone:
Mom came home on her lunch break to check on me. She noticed I fell asleep while trying to catch up my reading:
I ate a little bit of lunch to make her feel better. I perked up a bit when she brought piano students home:
I even managed to bark my head off at the Schwann’s guy. I hope I don’t have to repeat last night’s performance to help get rid of that rug.
I love you!