Better Late Than...

DOB: … I don’t want to be a burden….

UCC: (stricken speechless)

WISIMH: Ok, let’s put 20 seconds on the clock and see what I can make of this
Too late, sweetie!
Approximately twenty years too late, you cow.
Then try holding your breath until you fall over.
And you’re going to avoid that how? By doing your own laundry, cleaning your own room, cooking your own food, doing your own shopping, running your own errands, ordering your own meds, keeping your own doctors appointments, taking out your own trash. I could go on.
Then consider taking a bath or shower every day. And here’s an idea: use soap and maybe even some deodorant. And try changing your clothes more than twice a week.
And I don’t want to be a bitch, but here we are.