As you may know, I live with my parents, which can be a sometimes interesting situation for a forty-seven-year-old slob like me.
Currently they're out of town, and I have to admit, it's strange:
*No pasta dishes
*No vegetables
*I don't have to leave the toilet seat down
*The phone isn't ringing as much. (I finally told one solicitor to call back in a few weeks.)
*No political talk around the house
*I'm not being chided about my horrendous posture
You know what? I miss them.
