. . . have taken over my livingroom for the evening. There's not a free article of furniture in sight. They've eaten all my food and drink. And unless I want to watch You-Tube videos, I'm without a television as well.
Quite obviously my oldest is home from his travels (and more convinced than ever that any chores he's
asked told to do are a violation of his personal freedoms. Eighteen is such fun)
Can I come hang out at your house?
Anybody?
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Sure, Mary, come on over. However, I've also got my 18 year old coming home this weekend. She'll tell you quite tartly what is NOT her responsibility. So far, not seeing a lot that IS her responsibility.
So, yeah, come on over. It just won't be a lot different here.
Yeah, my place is pretty free too, Mary - we've got some leftover pizza and lasagne, tea, coffee, soda, and I'm bound to have a sci0fi movie or three that you haven't seen.
You bring the marshmallows.
:-)
Thanks Debby. 'Sounds like our problems are similar. *sigh* Of course, I've got another year of this nonsense.
I'm there Scotty. :) Lasagna sounds good . . . Strawberry flavored okay?
Strawberry flavoured lasagna?!!!
Yeah. Haven't you ever had strawberry lasagna?
You know what's better though?
Strawberry flavored marshmallows.
Oh, for petes sake......
Yes, come on over. I have a houseful of family right now. I need a welcome distraction :)
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