If you said, "Oh, Linda, such a nice box window. Too bad you have to keep the rubbish barrel up there so the dog doesn't get into it and pull out all the kleenexes and rip them into a thousand pieces spread them all over the house" I'd assume you have a dog.
If you said, "Oh, Linda, what an unusual blossom on that pathos plant. My pathos plant blooms never look like men's boxer shorts. You're so lucky" I'd assume you didn't have teenage boys.
If you said, "Gross! You mean they reached past the rubbish barrel, which is right there at eye level so they can't possibly miss it, to put the used paper towel on the window sill instead of in the barrel?" I'd thank you for the empathy and give you a prize.
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If you told me my windows really need to be washed I'd hella punch you in the head. Just sayin'.
