Dear Miss Mabel,
I realize that when I'm home on the weekends or on weekdays I eat three times a day, but you've been living here for four years now, and you don't get lunch.
I don't really care how hungry you pretend to be, or how much you whine. You don't get lunch! You have never gotten lunch. The only times you've ever eaten something during lunchtime was if there's something left over from breakfast, and those times are few and far between.
You don't get lunch. So stop trying to make me believe that you do.
Love,
Me.
I realize that when I'm home on the weekends or on weekdays I eat three times a day, but you've been living here for four years now, and you don't get lunch.
I don't really care how hungry you pretend to be, or how much you whine. You don't get lunch! You have never gotten lunch. The only times you've ever eaten something during lunchtime was if there's something left over from breakfast, and those times are few and far between.
You don't get lunch. So stop trying to make me believe that you do.
Love,
Me.
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