For those of you who don’t know, we currently have a house guest. Adam, a friend from high school, has finally been tricked into relocating to the D.C. Metropolitan area. He’s bunking with us until he gets things sorted out.
I know. I told him, living with a baby is exactly like Oz. And it isn’t either of the Frank versions. I’m talking prison here. Enforced lights out. Shouting. Riots. Finger painting. Crafts. Destruction. The occassional stabbing. I mean, I told him this *after* we agreed to let him stay. So. Like I said. Trickery. It’s in my nature.
In other news, I’m having a cold. Or allergies. Feels the same. Also, I’m growing a goatee. It doesn’t look like this:
But, it could. In five or six months. If I don’t trim it. I think I’ve lost track of my inner monologue.