Take your piece and run, please.

So once again it's Wednesday, aka cleaning day at the zoo. I have my usual run-ins with the normal household grime, and sometimes I get a bit of a take back. Today is one of those days.

In some of my old forgotten (and deleted) blogs, I've mentioned my findings of the girls' stepmom's piece left in bed. Yes, she's left it in the bed. What a ho-I clean once a week, and she leaves it in the bed. Once she actually realized that she did that and CALLED me up to apologize. I'm sorry, but when I find your GIANT PURPLE DILDO in your bed, I try to block that shit out. Not my fault you need help in that dept. Besides, does leaving something like that under your pillow mean the Porn Fairy is going to come and lube it up for you in the middle of the night? Christ on KY.

So after having gotten over her matching set of vibrator and fake giant penis, I get on with my job. (not that I've never seen that shit, but who plans on seeing their boss' collection anyway?) A few months later I go to put away her gym clothes and am greeted by something that resembles a jungle creature's chewtoy.

Here's the problem. I'm an exit only kind of girl. Maybe too much information, but hey, I don't need to stick stuff up my butt to be happy. I also don't need to find her stupid 2 foot long chewtoy with industrial rope attached and splayed out in her drawer where she KNOWS I'll be going.

SO back to today. I go to change the sheets and bitch has ANOTHER new piece up in her bed. Christ on a frequent shopper card. Why? Why is it that I need to know about her entire collection? Apparently the chewtoy wasn't enough. Getting a pink vibrator for your butt is in, especially with a matching pink cord and charm on the end.