To All You Distracting People,
I'm fed up and it's time to put my foot down. We have a basement full of papers—supposed WRITING paraphernalia—why anybody would keep a stack of letters that says we don't want your book is beyond me, a bedroom full of books that need reading, clothes that are out of season, and art projects made by filthy children ten years ago, a laundry room full of decorations from some other season (though the Christmas lights are still outside)... This 'Tart' of yours has work to do, and I'm not letting her sit at the computer again until she does it.
Depending on what she gets done today, maybe I will be less of a miserable butthead tomorrow.