While she was in her room thinking about what she did wrong, she snuck out into Micah's room, climbed the shelves in his closet, got the basket down and dumped gross smelling lotion all over. No, I have not cleaned up the lipstick yet. Yes, I need a nanny. It is virtually always her fault that Bryan comes home to a frazzled wife, no dinner, messy kitchen, no clean laundry, and carpets that need to be cleaned.
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