I almost feel like I am bragging, but everyone in this house is employed.
Oh, wait, we do have a few bums hanging out.
Just eatin’ food, sucking up a/c and all the petting they can get.
Anyhoo….Linds is the latest to find a job.
Just call her The Hostess with The Most-ess.
Or something like that….people tend to get on her nerves, so the most-est part might be iffy.
My guess is that if people ask her too many times if their table is ready, that the possibility of getting a shank to the groin is very high.
Don’t let the smile and the soup-to-go fool ya.
I caught her as she was leaving for her fourth day….yes, she ohhhhh Mommmmm-ed me since I wanted a photo.
But do I care? Not a bit.
There is a law somewhere that kids can’t shank their own Moms. Isn’t there?