- December 5, 2016
Adrienne always scored poorly in the department of Tupperware management. A quick sniff and an off-color patch of fuzz were all one needed to know. She snapped the lid shut and pitched the left-over spaghetti dinner turned frat-party for germs full into the sink.
“I hate my life.”
She didn’t mean it. Adrienne simply hated the idea of MacDonald’s for breakfast. It would mean double-crossing her diet for the third time since Sunday and following a distressing time at the Laundry. After tugging into a nice clean sweater and brushing her hair she found the car keys and the door.Read More