What I Signed Up For
Yeah, so what I really want to do is run around braless in my backyard at night in a bathrobe and tennis shoes, chasing two dogs fighting over some disgusting something that a squirrel got out of the dumpster and dropped in the back yard. And I want to do that while a stoop-full of Mexicans watches. Seriously now, Mexicans? I know that 352 of you live in that 1-bedroom house, but do you really have to hang out on your front stoop 24/7? I know that the car seats you put there must be super comfortable, but maybe try going inside sometime and stop staring over at what I am doing in my back yard. People doing things in their own backyard at night in their bathrobes are invisible. It’s etiquette. Look it up. By the way, nice gothic-lettered bumper sticker.
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