Thursday, April 22, 2010

She's eating my ice cream right now.

Well, this is depressing.

All week I had the house to myself and it was beautiful. I could leave something in a room, and come back twenty minutes later and it would still be there.

Things were clean. I cooked when I wanted and cleaned up how I wanted and never fought for counter space. My kitty was forced to acknowledge my presence; I sang as loud as I wanted whenever I wanted where ever I wanted, while blaring Glee and dancing with the curtains closed.


But now they're back. And they're loud. Regalling me with stories of gambling wins and pretending there was skill involved, and comparing alcohol they bought at the duty-free, and asking me obnoxious questions like why I didn't eat the 40+ packets of burritos they left and the bucket of ice cream and boxes of instant suppers and all the cans of vodka in the fridge. It was 3 1/2 days and most of those I spent at school. Honestly.