How hard is it to hang up a wet towel instead of leaving it on the be, soaked through and more than likely to never smell of roses ever again?
Very hard? Or not hard at all.
Very hard, he seems to think.
Every morning, the same thing.
Wet towel, almost strategically placed on top of the bedspread.
- At least I made the bed, he says.
And that's it. At 7.35am we argue.
Saturday, February 28, 2009
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