Mike looked at me from across the table today, took a bite of soup, starred into my eyes and said …
“I ran out of fish food a week ago.”
Deep thoughts
Advice
On a scale of one to 10, approximately how rude would it be for me to tap the woman sitting two tables away on the shoulder and inform her that the lady she’s talking with is only two fricking feet away from her!?
Criminy!
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Living social
I love my roommates. They’re sweet, social and considerate. Neither is ever noisy. Both are thoughtful and kind.
We do however have some issues with throwing things away (and I’m as guilty as either of them).
There’s currently a covered tray of what was once fresh fruit sitting on the kitchen table. It’s been there since early last week, and there’s a lovely layer of fine fuzz sprouting from the strawberries.
Mike and I are placing bets on how long it will stay on the table without his or my interference …