The loathesome toad came crawling for forgiveness. Too disgusted to look at him, I sent him to clean the bathroom...while he is attempting this, I find more casualties of yesterdays fiasco. Jeans not only bleach stained, but holes from pouring it directly on My clothing. Silk blouse & chemise, velvet skirt, not 1 but 2 angora sweaters. Unbelievably a suede vest & snakeskin bustier that had been hanging in the closet CLEAN-had he worn them? Then I am told he has finished. Showing this slug specific things that have quite obviously not been scrubbed, he is directed to do it again. Upon reinspection, the bathroom still appears untouched, yet reeks of cleaning fumes. I send My little pet to do it, with the waste of flesh to watch & learn. 15 minutes later, the room sparkled & the fumes no longer assault My sences. Clearly he has forgotten his place because, as usual, he begins his jealous whining. Clinging to My shoe, he has the audacity to question Me & accuses Me of favoritism toward My pet. Of course she is!
Posted on: Fri, 16 Jan 2015 20:37:45 +0000
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