Feeb seemed like a normal enough lady, although she lets her husband call
her "Feeb" as nickname. (I'm not kidding here, that's the truth!)
She does seem to have a lifetime subscription to the Victoria's Secret
catalog, which shows up in my mailbox about three times a week. (Say!)
- I'll blame this one on Feeb: Just this afternoon I discovered that
the curtain rod in the third bedroom had evidently lost a screw, making it wobbly and prone
to fall down. Feeb's solution was... Scotch tape! About six feet of
it. Uh... yeah.
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Another one for Feeb: Around the top of the kitchen walls there's a
stip of that icky "trim" wallpaper stuff, about four inches high. There's
also a strip around the baseboards in the guest room (this one is
particularly sickening, because it seems to be a "cowboy" motif).
Instead of removing this visual toxic waste, someone decided to
merely give it a hasty swipe with a brushfull of El Cheapo brand latex
paint. Now, won't that be fun to correct?
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