Not really, of course. But I think that I've seen Deb for like 10 minutes of every day. And I live with the woman.
She leaves before I wake up and gets home exhausted and jumps right into bed.
Don't get me wrong, everyone downstairs is working really hard, just like her. It's just that... I miss my girlfriend.
This week she even worked on (gasp!) Monday. The horror!
Let's just say that I'm glad for her sake that she gets paid hourly. And it has been nice to have the house to myself for a few days, but I'm over that now.
Les Mis, let my girlfriend go!
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