I came home to a note on my counter complaining about, among other things, timber in the yard. What? Timber? You mean the tree? It kind of grows there.
I have no idea WTF that's about. She didn't complain about the garbage from the neighbors, did she actually check the yard?
She complained about the lawn needing a mowing. Fuck off, I mowed it 2 weeks ago and it didn't grow an inch since then until it started raining four days ago. Yeah, guess what, it grew a bit. It's not overgrown or anything, fuck off. (good call on the front needing a weeding tho... Guess it's time to hose the place down with poison...)
This is absurd. She bitched about my stove needing cleaning. I haven't used it in MONTHS, it's DUSTY, and not even a lot dusty either!! I scrubbed it down when Zumi went to Japan in July and haven't touched it since: