Dec 23, 2008 06:56
This is two days in a row that I've come downstairs to discover a strange man sleeping on the couch.
They were different men.
The second, who I did actually get to meet before I was surprised, is sitting just behind me, texting on his phone. He got a bit drunk last night. It's sort of weird.
I have to make pie tonight!
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I was seriously having an existential crisis about why your mother was letting strange young men sleep on her couch -- and then another about why your mother was bring men home at all, let alone ones young enough to understand the text function.
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