"I'm not picking up your sockballs anymore"...

...I declared on September 15. "There are alot of things I'm clueless about - but this one thing I know to be true: God did not create me to be anyone's maid. From now on, you all are responsible for picking up, unscrunching and depositing your smelly foot coverings in any one of three conveniently placed laundry baskets."

It's driving me crazy.




Surely they'll run out of clean socks soon.