You know, Prince Pratface is so lucky that he shares a destiny with me, because sometimes I get the distinct urge to throttle him.
An hour. An hour. That's how long it took to scrub his floor. Not only does the twit walk all over it, but when I explained how much work was involved in scrubbing the place, what does he do?
Scrubs my face with the dirty rag. And then sticks the bucket – dirty water included, mind you – over my head.
I almost turned him into the toad that he is.
Lucky, I tell you. So, so lucky...