Crazy Friend
So my friend is no longer my friend. She blames me completely for Lesley’s little incident at their house. In a way, I guess I can’t really blame her. Her favorite dog is dead and she’s pretty much homeless now. She asked if she could stay with me, but I unfortunately can’t let her right now. It’s a long story involving cleaning men and painting and clutter, but the fact remains that I just can’t do it. She hates me now, I guess. Oh well. Maybe she shoulda checked out her sitter using a Criminal Records search before agreeing to hire her. Just cause I said she was okay doesn’t mean I get the blame. I know when to people search and so should she.
