Friday, September 16, 2011

Jeff-er-ry stop that!



"Jeff-er-ry stop that!"
"Why you so mean Jeff-er-ry?"
"I much smarter than you Jeff-er-ry!"
"Leave me alone. I have to watch my tella-novella's. Then I will talk to you."
"Monkey pooped in the closet and I don't pick it up. You pick it up Jeff-er-ry!"
"I want new breasts for Christmas."

2 comments:

MamaM said...

He's mean, she's smarter, monkey poop stinks and new breasts are optional. Give them to Titus.

MamaM said...

Well, ok. The MamaM will settle her bustle.

What's it like being the cleaning lady for an obsessive and tyrannical boss?

Just ask Zoila Chávez, the sassy housekeeper

After I worked with him I said, "OMG, he's so mean." But a few years ago he changed with me and is better.

Jeffrey speaks bad words but that's all he knows...before I was scared when he talked to me mean. But not anymore, sorry Jeffrey Lewis. I'm not scared. I respect him, but when I talk back we are joking. I have fun at work.

So how do you keep up with the mess?
Mopping and sweeping. Always mopping and sweeping. And I love my Swiffer.