I should note, in my own defense, that the events Anne describes below did not in fact occur on the morning of August 1st, 2003. And if she can’t even remember when they happened, can you trust the accuracy of her memory on any of the other details? I think not.
She also left out the part where she didn’t do her own laundry, ran out of shirts, tried to borrow one from me, discovered I didn’t have any clean ones either, and then tried to claim that her lacking-of-clean-shirts was somehow my fault.
And don’t get me started on the way she goes through fish. I mean, really.
