Dear Basement Dweller,
I know when I bought this house, you came with it for a while. And I know that, since you’re family, I should go a bit nice on you.
Did I bitch when you left for the weekend, assuming I would watch your dog? No. Your dog is your responsibility. But I can’t leave the poor thing kenneled from Friday - Sunday, so I’ve been doing the poop n scoop run, much as I dislike it. I haven’t had to feed him much, as he eats the cat food every chance he gets. BTW, you owe me a bag of Iams Senior Hairball Control.
Did I bitch when you ate the leftovers, which I had been planning on taking to work the next day for lunch? No, I did not. I just made myself a sammich and moved on. There IS the fact that you earn as much as I do, yet only have your truck payment to shell out. Here I am, paying the mortgage, feeding myself and LilMiss, paying the bills, &c… buying a load of groceries wouldn’t hurt you…especially if you’re going to eat everything in sight. No, treating LilMiss to McD’s for dinner does not repay the two boxes of cereal, the pizzas, the leftovers, and… oh… you know you CAN reuse glasses, right? THREE used glasses makes no sense when you’ve been home only an hour.
Did I screech at you when you tromped over my freshly washed floor in your nasty work boots? No, I asked you kindly to remove your boots and wipe up the mess. And you’re welcome for my cleaning the basement. I suppose the throwing up I did while cleaning through this pit could be called a diet.
But… child… there’s going to be hell to pay when you get home tomorrow.
Your dear puppy pissed on the rug. While it makes me mad, I decided to suck it up and just wash it. I go into the laundry room… open the washer… and found your clothes you put to wash on Wednesday! How nasty! The smell is enough where, while I would like to just toss it on your bed, I can’t! So I have to re-wash YOUR nasty moldy draws AND the rug your dog pissed on.
And having me in the house is an inconvenience? Bite me.