Me:  Hey Skeeter, what's up?

Skeeter:  What's up is that it's your last day on the dishes before my week starts and it's filthy.

Me:  ...

Me again:  You made a dinner-type meal for lunch right after I cleaned the kitchen, that crap can sit there until after dinner

*her week*

Me:  *left a BBQ pack on the counter*

Skeeter:  YOU'RE ALWAYS LEAVING STUFF OUT FOR ME TO CLEAN UP, PICK IT UL AND PUT IT IN THE TRASH CAN NOW!

My thoughts:  **************

Me:  No.

Skeeter in my thoughts after that:  Mwa mwa, mwa-mwa mwaaa (just think of the adults and Charlie Brown)

Me:  Stuff's gonna freeze over before I throw that package away *leaves*

*Nee Nee's week*

Skeeter:  Why am I the only one who cleans the kitchen during my week?

Nee Nee:  *scrubbing the stovetop*

Nee Nee again:  *glares at Skeeter so that it brings to mind "if looks could kill"*

*random day*

Skeeter:  Why can't you push the stroller the whole way?

Me:  'Cause it's your turn

Skeeter:  I ALWAYS HAVE TO PUSH IT

My thoughts:  Dude, if anyone has the stroller more often than is fair, it's me.  I start, I'm in the middle, and half the time, I freaking finish.  So take your dang turn

Me:  That's not true *pushes it in front of her and walks off*

*Skeeter starts acting like a normal human being later*

*I carry a grudge and am passive aggressive emphasis on the aggressive*

*Nee Nee is passive*

*I believe in revenge*

Me:  Hey, Nee Nee.

Nee Nee:  Yeah?

Me:  I'm gonna make Skeeter's kitchen week heck, wanna help?

Nee Nee: YES!!!!!!!!!

Alright, well that was ridiculously long, but now you have a further glimpse into the life of MeEqualsBookWorm.

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