Every couple of weeks it seems, I run into something that I need to call home for: advice on cooking (still don't know what to do with the pomegranate Grandma gave me,) cleaning, car maintenance, household stuff or other things I didn't pick up while still living with the folks. They don't seem to mind that and are even delighted when I invite myself over for dinner from time to time. I don't even have to wash the dishes. Of course, I still do them here but it's not as bothersome as it used to be.
Bah, getting distracted. Wherever I was going with this post, I've lost it. My friend is probably still mad at me but I have no way of knowing for sure until we talk again. I really don't like the taste of my foot.
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