“…this minor preference of hers began to shift and mutate into a pathological imperative.“
As these things do. 😂
I doubt it would surprise you to know a not-uncommon text exchange between my beloved and I will periodically announce one to the other “It’s new sponge day!”
This story was sort of inspired by my boss. We go into a lot of stranger’s homes, and she can always smell an old sponge. It drives her nuts. No arson yet, but we will see.
“…this minor preference of hers began to shift and mutate into a pathological imperative.“
As these things do. 😂
I doubt it would surprise you to know a not-uncommon text exchange between my beloved and I will periodically announce one to the other “It’s new sponge day!”
This story was sort of inspired by my boss. We go into a lot of stranger’s homes, and she can always smell an old sponge. It drives her nuts. No arson yet, but we will see.
Arson is certainly always a potential next step on the list of considerations when exploring a stranger’s home, I should think. 😂
I'll look twice next time i use a sponge