I mean

Lana didn't employ somebody to complete designs for me. 
Having your life together was simple when you could hire the bullshit out. 
Hire, obtain, whatever you call it!!!
I replied as I huffed and puffed down the steps of my apartment carrying a full plastic laundry basket, cradling my phone between my ear and shoulder. 
I was sickened by the musty, stale smell of soiled socks and boxer shorts that followed me. 

These kids needed to learn how to do their own laundry, which I had to teach them. 

On the other end, Lana groaned, "Clearly you didn't, or you'd know what I was talking about." 
"The maverick art invitation.


Oh, that," I said, slamming the my fridge close with a tub of ice cream in the other hand,  and waking up Kiki, our chihuahua, who was once more dozing inside the cupboard. 

An invitation to a community art event was not particularly noteworthy. 
Although my old group of friends from those days didn't attend them every year, it was hosted by the estate every year.