I thought if I went out of my way to request the kitchen be clean by 8:45 so I could make my bake-sale goodies, that my daughter at least would realize that meant not to wait until 8:55 to start cooking.
No, she's in there making ramon and I'm cooling my heels until she's done. And she'll leave the pot in the sink too, because that's how she rolls.
They are leaving in January.
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