Tonight Nabal called at 10:12, demanding to know where I was. As if I were the one MIA... I've been home doing laundry all day. The dirt bike is still in the livingroom, Nabal made a crack, but never offered to help move it or make room for it in the garage.
Tonight he had just complimented our girl on how nice she looked. She was telling me about her school cracking down on shorts. They have to be 6 inches above the knee. Her's today were too short, not booty shorts, just not meeting the requirements. Nabal then jumped her on her shorts. The same shorts he had just complimented with her outfit as looking very nice. What he said never did make sense.
He called early and (I swear asked me to wash his jeans he wore yesterday) evidently he asked me not to wash them... I had to go look for them. I usually don't. Guess I laundered his stash... Wouldn't be the first.
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