We found him, three blocks away, in Mrs. Wooster's garden. He was eating cucumbers, just as calm as can be, while Mr. Wooster swatted his ass with a broom. And it did. Except, her allowance suddenly shot up to something like two thousand dollars a day, because all he made her do was clean the garage, and he wrote the check. Last time I cleaned the garage, he made me do it all over, because I organized the tools all wrong.
Child abuse takes many forms.
Last week was our annual yard sale. I don't know how one family manages to collect so much crap in the span of a year, but we always end up making enough money to go away on vacation somewhere. I'm sure you're way ahead of me on this one. She sold the elephant. Not only that, she held an auction .