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Last December, the week before Christmas, a strange event occurred.
First of all, our housecleaner came to our house, which was weird, because, you know, it's hard not to feel unnerved when you're watching Grey's Anatomy in your Disney princess nightdress (stop judging, you are never too old for Disney) and your 20-something housekeeper who is wearing clothes other than pajamas is vacuuming behind you- working her butt off while you're, you know... watching TV.
In your pajamas. At midday. I know, I know, life is hard.
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My father was also at my home; mowing our lawn, because Mum and I are lazy and do not mow lawns, and apparently having a forest in the suburbs is frowned upon, and he says to my mum, "Can I speak to you privately?" And she's all "o-kayyyy…?" So they go upstairs and I try to eavesdrop, grumbling because this house does not have thin walls and I can't hear anything, and I start to fold laundry.
Then







