You Know You’re Messy When…

…you clean up the house to get ready to sell it, and it is so clean that not only can’t you find any of your stuff, but the dog trots around the house with the chickie in her mouth and has to stop every few feet to look up at you like, “Where the fuck have all my beds gone?”

Posted by: ssjane | November 27, 2007 | 10:58 am
Posted in: Bits | Dogs