Please stop breaking my stuff.
It's bad enough that we still own that house in Salt Lake, but did you really have to go and break the dishwasher down there? I'm not about to make our nice renters hand wash or anything, so this turn of events has severely cut into my washer/dryer purchasing fun.
Just so I'm perfectly clear, buying appliances for my house = fun. Buying appliances for the house I wish would disappear from my life = not fun.
Also, medical bills are lame-o. Cut it out, okay?
And in conclusion may I please remind you that it does not say R.S.V.P. on the Statue of Liberty.
P.S. I'll be back to normal tomorrow. Just working through my pity party and peeling wallpaper 'til my fingers throb!
P.P.S. Friends don't let friends wallpaper stairwells.