I understand you're leaving for a week, but there's no need for you to tell me to keep all the doors open and the light on in the living room when I have no intention of being home. You ask, politely. Fat fuck. I'm glad I won't be woken anymore by the house shaking as he's walking around it. Making sure your replacement finds the trailer and gets inside it is your responsibility, not mine. Man up, and figure something out that doesn't involved encroaching on my weekend. I'll be having none of it. I'll be at the gym/looking out over the bay. By the way, I won't be leaving the house unlocked so kids can steal my laptop. No thanks.
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