There are three people in my house and none of them pay rent.

And they have opinions. So many opinions.

The Three People Who Showed Up Uninvited and Never Left

This morning, I woke up… and there they were.

Already in the kitchen.

Didn’t knock. Didn’t ask. Just… in my home.

Mr. Woulda was at the table, stirring my coffee like he pays the mortgage.

Miss Shoulda had already opened the blinds and was inspecting the day like it was a failed group project.

And Mrs. C…