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| Talk about falling into bed. The month before we were to leave our flat, the landlord decided to renovate the place. We had asked and asked for two years for them to paint and do some upgrades however, it didn't happen until now. Shame! After all was said and done we ended up cleaning the entire place after the painters were through. Washing and ironing all the drapery, steamed cleaned the carpet and furniture. Everything look fantastic for the Petersen's arrival but we were pooped, as this all had to be done after office hours and me taking a couple of days off. Also, I wold have never made it if it hadn't been for Thirsley coming to help. This bed was a welcome sight. After arriving home I received an e-mail from Sister Petersen; It went as follows: Sister Henderson have you ever heard of Identity Thief, well this morning I realized that I am living in your flat, sleeping in your bed, on your side of the bed, when I brushed my teeth I wondered if I was using your tooth brush. I drove to work in your car, sat at your desk, and doing your jobs. Went to ARP meeting and sat in your chair. I feel like I don't have a life but I am sure enjoying "YOURS!!!" PS By the way if you could send me your credit card number my life would be complete. |
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| Too bad it's winter, no swimming today. |
