yes, bridget, i keep track of all our dishes, thanks for bothering me at work.
but, wait! now i hear she thinks i did something with it. ha! yes, i hid it under my bed, because that's such a terrible thing to do! man, i got you good, fucker! would i really come clean to you if i did something to your stuff? how fucking stupid are you?
apparently you've planned on moving out for months; why not pack your shit in advance? life is hard. i know. boo hoo.