It's Sunday, I'm putting off folding the laundry.

I wish the closets and dressers would send out memos before they decide to throw their contents at my couch. Not that the place would look any better, just so that I would know what days to pretend to be blind.

Hey, lady, we're bored. Better get us something to do if you know what's good for your stuff.


Get lost! I'm going to destroy that! No I am!


The light ...


It's calling me.


Okay, I'll wreck these flowers, you shred the mail. Right on, buddy!