I just had (essentially) the photo at left for breakfast, made for me by my mother (minus those nasty-looking things--what are they? Gyros?).
I woke up out of bed approximately 4 hours earlier than usual for the promise of food cooked for me instead of by me. and NOW.... as an added bonus: I get to be nagged for those WHOLE FOUR HOURS to put away my laundry!!! Boy, do I LOVE living at home.
I think that what you don't pay in RENT living with your parents, the living situation makes up for in the money your parents should be paying to programs like counseling, mood-suppressants, yoga and costco-sized packages of stress balls, but instead--they take out on you. I should start tallying up my services in "Minutes Screamed At" and billing her at a set rate. buttttt somehow I don't think she'd go for it...
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