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Hey, my favorite Crack-Dealers-Next-Door!
As much as I've been enjoying that burning chemical smell wafting into the hallway, and as charming as your, ahem, "friends" visiting at 2am are, I think we should have a little sit-down to discuss some things.
I think that maybe -- just maybe! -- when you guys are on the crack, some of the fights you have are less than productive. Like the other day, when you screamed for 3 hours about how neither one of you wanted to go pick up the laundry from the laundromat. Hey, I'm totally with you, laundry is totally annoying, but I don't know that screaming, "I want my cloooooooooooooooooooooooooothes," in an almost-otherworldly howl is going to get you clean panties any faster.
So I'd like to recommend that you take some of your very ample leisure time to watch some Dr. Phil or read one of those Men Are From Mars, Women Are From Venus books or something. Selling crack to schoolchildren and city vagrants is important, yes, but there is nothing more important than a loving home!
Yours in Christ,
Sarah
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I think this may be just the words of encouragement they needed! God Bless!
Posted by: Erin at June 8, 2006 4:30 PM
