Leaving the bathroom door open

This whole week I have been home alone. The Intern is off trekking across Canada for her vacation, and the aquatic animals experiment left no survivors all of our pets have gone on to be with the Lord. This is the longest time I've stayed alone in this ghetto house, in my ghetto hood.

Usually I hate being here alone for more than a couple of days. But I'm enjoying it quite a bit this time around. I am so productive, and efficient! And full of initiative and independence!

And I can play my music really loud. And walk around naked.

But let's be honest, I do those last two even when I'm not home alone.


Soul Train won't even know what hit them!

~kindly pass g. mango that dutch