Mark and I are homeless, at
least that's what Mark keeps reminding me. I have to point out to him that we
have a nice home, in a bedroom in my sister's house. But yes, I do miss walking
around my house in my underwear. The funny thing is that I moved out of my
parent's house when my sister Lisa was only nine years old, so I never really
knew her as anything other than a little girl. She is not nine years old
anymore, and the good thing about that is we can go out for a drink together.
What I was not ready for was how she and Mark would interact, and they interact
just fine. They both like to talk, they both like to have a drink, and they
both can be loud. In fact, when Lisa and Mark get going I literally cannot get
a word in sideways. I have tried to join in to numerous conversations, only to
realize that it was like walking into a hundred mile an hour headwind. So I
have given in and for the most part just sit and nod as they gab away. As for
Lisa's house, it's fine. It's clean and cheery. My only complaint is that I am
sitting in a undersized office chair while typing this. So yes, I do miss my
big fluffy chair and that underwear thing.
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