I am still not over my stolen “baby doll“. To keep myself from sulking and giving in to the temptation of confronting my former maid, I volunteered to do the laundry and subject our bedroom to a thorough inspection cum general cleaning. Im happy to say that I was successful in both tasks. Except for the heavy sheets, blankets and pillow cases, laundry was a breeze. With my general cleaning done, I even managed to give our bedroom a make over.
But in spite of my efforts and distractions, the anger and the loss still remains. Pretty obvious, isn’t it? Im still ranting (and fuming) over it. I wish that everytime she sprays it on, she would stink. Or that acid would come out in every drop.
AARGH….! For heaven’s sake, she could’ve chosen a different brand. I mean, some bottles are halfway empty anyways. Like I said, that was Dad’s last gift to me. He secretly gave it to me two Christmases ago. It was his parting gift, a reminder that whatever happens, I’ll always be his “baby”.