Dear Spanky,
Please consider this my formal notice that if I ever, EVER get up at 3 in the morning again only to step in a puddle of your dog pee, a puddle so big I could hear the splash, you will be officially homeless. HOMELESS. My floor is not, never was, and will never be your bathroom.
Kindly,
Your mom (at least for the moment)
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