What a princess

This morning Marta calls.

M; Don't get mad, I didn't do it.

J; Do what?

M; Break the toilet.

J; Who did?

M; Fia.

J; What broke?

M; The handle, can you fix it?

J; I'll have to go to Lowe's.

M; She also got a boo boo on her hand poor thing.

Yeah, poor thing all right. I'm the one that after work has to stop at Lowe's, find the part, head over to the clubhouse since it's Tuesday, get home around 8.00 pm or so to fix a darn toilet. Fia will be a poor thing when I see her, that's for sure.