Ya know it's like it would kill me to stay in one place and do normal things. So here we are renting out our homes and taking care of grandma. I think Michael is doing it in hopes that I learn to cook, and Maximus is certainally in it for the cookies, but for me it really just comes down to the motherload of polyester suits. So for the record we're not expecting, she's fattening us up. If anyone is in need of wieveled ramen or freezer-burnt ice cream let me know. :)
3 lessons learned from living with the older version of myself
1. "Not mayonase, but the stuff like it" = Thousand Island dressing, not Miracle Whip... my mistake.
2. Arbys only makes one sandwhich and it is called "an Arby". (Or cheddar melt, but what do I know)
3. To get rid of unwanted house guests ditch the wig and teeth and come out in a housedress and black tennis shoes.
No, this has been the challanging experience I espected, plus awefully entertaining. "Would anyone like another Fatboy?"
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