The last week I got my husband, so that he made a hole in the wall after repairing the pipes, made a tile in the bath (one collapsed), briefly engaged in male affairs. It has already brought him the point of boiling. So this parasite at night found a needle with a thread in the house and stitched the legs to our son's favorite plush mouse (the mouse was disabled for six months), and finally stitched the plush toy of the cat, from which all the inside of the house flew.

I think I’ll have to do the stuff (