bins scattered
10.30: I get up. I open the fridge to get milk. I remain lying on the floor for 5 minutes hit by the smell of rotten lemon, true status symbol of the house of the single.
Ore 10.45: I challenge the Mists of Avalon to go and retrieve the bins humidity.
premise of our bins and walk by themselves, once worn out, are always at home alone.
then, after having wandered around the house with disappointment because this was given around the bush, I realized that there was more anywhere.
11.00: they date back at home. "Tab, our bins has escaped"
Tab: "It 's because you are tired of being out in the cold and frost"
Me: "What unnatural mothers who we are "
12.30: lunch at home from my
Me: "But ', you have a vague idea of what happened to my basket of wet"
Ma': 'You "There!" The finger of blame Table
face with angry look.
She looks at me with innocent face.
Tab: "In the cellar!"
And then people ask me why I have a headache -.-