Our dogs are eating random things out in the yard and then coming in to throw up on the carpet, necessitating renting a rug cleaner. Our Maximum Leader, in a fit of pique over what she feels is insufficient food (read: anything short of an endless cataract of noms) has knocked all of the bills off of our desk into a pile on the floor.
Between added expenses and expenses we can't find, they're trying to bankrupt us. What their end goal might be is still a mystery to us.
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