Dear Nirvana Reader,
This is a plea for help. I could be beautiful. I am neglected.
I can prove it.
This is my life:
No one swept me last night.
No one swept me this morning.
Please notice that the Frito remains. It is like an itch I cannot scratch.
And the stickers. I never can be free from the stickers.
She is insane…3 boys and she buys a non-washable marker?
Do you see what I am dealing with here people?
Toys picked up…well, actually scooted to the adjoining concrete floor (don’t get him started) to make room for the broom…ah, I can feel the joy already.
Please use it!
No one loves me. She just walks by. Leaving the broom here is just evil. It is like she is mocking me.
For the love of Frito’s, could you just humor me and pick that ONE up?
Holly’s kitchen floor
P.S. I originally made this plea in March of 2008. Things haven’t changed much around here except the addition of handfuls of Legos…help.