He knows nothing. He's never lived outside. He's never lived on the street. I have. He wouldn't last out there for an hour.
I used to bring home baby snakes. That's how tough I am. So, don't listen to him.
But, things are crazy here. First, the workers have put a piece of plastic over my window. MY WINDOW.
Mom put a coffee table right in the window and put a big fluffy pillow on top of it. That's where I sleep. That's where I monitor all the squirrels and critters in the yard. Now, I can't see shit. And to make matters worse, Estella, the housekeeper, comes and puts chemicals all over the floor and stinks the place up, and then she puts my kitty scratches on top of my pillow and I can barely squeeze in to sleep.
I don't know what they (the parents) are thinking about. Why hire people to do this? The house was fine before.
It's a madhouse around here. The nucklehead is right about that. But, not about anything else.
don't listen to him. Wait for my posts.