After Röbert left for his business trip this morning I went up to my room to try on hats, since I had gotten a bunch in my Stitch Fix box this month.
While I was up there the doorbell rang and it was Mitch, who I seem to be running into everywhere lately. Apparently Beefeater had run away from home once again and of course the Sullivans wanted Saint Lah Lee to come to the rescue one more time. Mitch kept trying to hold my hand though, which was sooooo awkward.
I was getting uncomfortable, but he finally left and I heard a knock at the back door. This time it was Karen, looking for Beefeater. I gave her a cup of tea and she started crying and telling me about her marital problems. I mean, I can see why she would want to leave Mitch, but she doesn’t. She thinks he wants to leave her. So strange.
I tried to be a good friend and listen, but I couldn’t wait to post about it on Facebook, without naming any names of course. She finally left and I went out to look for Beefeater.
Well, I don’t know if you remember when I allowed to family down the street to watch my lil’ angles last summer and they let them watch television and eat sweets? I don’t know their name, since they don’t speak English, but as I was power walking past their house, just as it was getting dark, I could hear whimpering in their garage. I broke in and found Beefeater there! They weren’t home, but I am just sure that they were going to fatten him up and eat him, and I told Karen as much. I also can’t wait to post about THAT on Facebook.