Cookies
Darcy: Those cookies you made were a bad idea.
Me: Why?
Darcy: There’s one left.
Me: You ate all my cookies?!
Darcy: I couldn’t help myself!
Me: I ate, like, two.
Darcy: I know! This is why I don’t buy sugar! I’m sorry.
Keys
Darcy loses her keys all the time. They are usually recovered within a day or so, but this time I had to cut her a new set off mine.
Let’s see how long this set lasts.
Guns
Darcy: I don’t know how you’ll feel about this, but he has a set of old guns that he let me play with. I was cocking them and flipping them around and pretending to shoot people outside from his window.
Me: You don’t know how I would feel about this? I mean, as long as you weren’t going for a particular demographic, like homeless people.
Darcy: No. But I did shoot everyone in the Tim Horton’s.
Darcy?
I haven’t seen Darcy today. The house is all quiet. I wonder what she’s doing?
Weird words
Darcy said, “Kastrewdenfreedlebriekenschfwyn,” when she got out of the shower today. Then she called me Coreena.
Memory
Darcy: I was thinking the other day that we need to eat those pitas before they go bad.
Me: Didn’t you just buy those yesterday?
Darcy: *pause* Oh yeah.
Darcy leaves the toilet paper long enough that it hangs in the kitty litter.
Living with Darcy
Hello!
For those of you who have never lived with Darcy, you’re in for a treat! Welcome to Living with Darcy, the first blog focused entirely on living with Darcy.
Living with Darcy is at times rather puzzling. Inadvertently hilarious, Darcy is one hell of a gal. And boy can she load a dishwasher!
I hope you enjoy Living with Darcy as much as I do.
Cheers,
- The Roommate of Darcy
