Things I Can Not Do

by | Aug 7, 2010 | 0 comments

Wash our sheet.

Wash our towels- because they were the same and I’m not sure which one you used. I started using a clean one but left those two hanging up.
Throw out the celery you bought to make me a tuna melt.
Eat the homemade ice cream I made with the crushed Newman’s mint cookies you left in the cupboard as a surprise for me.
Touch your laundry in the hamper.
Move the napkins you left on top of your right computer speaker. You always had extra napkins- I think because they were free.
Move the bag that I put down on the entry way table right before receiving the phone call.


August 7, 2010


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