Fed up with the daily grind of the city life, Paisley and Rosabeth decide to live together in a small town. They pick Sunset Valley to start their new life. However it's not as easy as they think. Paisley and Rosabeth must face the challenges of l...
The ladies were finally settled in their little home. They had their jobs, their pets and each other. They would greet each other with a kiss after a long day at work. Then they would cuddle with their pets before going in the kitchen to start dinner. This was followed by TV and sometimes some good loving. For a while it seemed that their lives were sweet. The American Dream.
Yeah, right. Once the happy lovey dovey phase was over, real life showed up.
Paisley learned that the hard way when she had to do the early shift. She had to rush around in the early morning hours, trying to get ready for work. Lately she could never find a clean towel because Rosabeth would use them up. . .and then not wash them. The first day she excused it to the fact that Rosabeth was busy too. But three mornings in a row? What kind of crappery was that? What was she supposed to do?
So once again Paisley had to face another drip dry morning. Again! So frustrating. Wrapping herself in a thick warm bathrobe, Paisley went to the kitchen to whip up a quick breakfast. Maybe some eggs or some french toast, she couldn't decide.
Unfortunately the refrigerator decided for her. When Paisley looked in it there were no eggs, no milk and no ingredients to make a french toast. Just a jar of jalopenos and two cans of Diet Pepsi. What the actual hell? Paisley leaned down for a closer look. There had to be something in here. Rosabeth always made sure the refrigerator was loaded up with a lot of food. So what was going on?
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Paisley saw a small yogurt in there with a paper taped to it. It said "Rosabeth". Really? Paisley had to think about that. Not only did Rosabeth not fill up the fridge but she had the nerve to label the one decent thing in there. Since when did they label their things anyway?
Totally pissed off, Paisley snatched the yogurt out of the fridge and ate it, leaving the empty container on the counter. Let Rosabeth clean it up.
About two hours later Rosabeth woke up. The first thing she noticed was that Paisley for some reason didn't bother to turn the heat on. It would be nice to wake up to a warm house.
After turning the heater on herself, Rosabeth tried to take a shower. As soon as she turned the knob, Rosabeth was hit with a string of icicles. Crap! What happened to all the hot water? Paisley took it all and didn't leave her any. Son of a duck!
Rosabeth tried to cool down. Paisley must have been in a huge rush this morning (she better be!) to commit these heinous crimes. It was probably a mistake on her part. It better be!
Rosabeth managed to get herself together. She checked on the pets and made sure they were well supplied with food and fresh litter. Then she went to the fridge to get her yogurt that she had saved for a snack later on at work. She noticed the container sitting on the counter. Empty.
Empty?
EMPTY!!
Rosabeth snatched it up. Her yogurt? What the hell? Her name was clearly marked on this container, meaning that said container was clearly hers. Oh. Hell. No.
