Aside from being the official nappy changer (apparently Tabitha has a phobia about changing them- love how she didn’t share that information with me until after she was pregnant), I am basically Tabitha’s slave. I do what she tells me or she hits me where I live and breathe. Love how women do that to us.

I’m also her bookkeeper for the store as the last thing I want is for her to go to jail for tax evasion. How she hasn’t been audited, I have no idea. Before I took over, she had receipts stashed everywhere. No wonder she had so many CPAs over the years. I heard the last one had to spend some time in a mental institution after doing her return. I can see why.