Roommates

Since the Nordic Warrior Queen has been pissed at me the last few days, I’m being punished with making my own lunches. So I opened the refrigerator door this morning to find that, not only had my full-time and seemingly eternal student of a son  finished off the noodle salad, but he also placed the empty container back in the refrigerator, I’m guessing to avoid being yelled at for leaving dirty dishes in the sink. Of course, last week he drank all but the last five drops of milk and then placed the near-empty container back, so I should have expected it.

Thanks, Jake, for giving me something to write about. Next I’m going to start on your participation in the laundry, or maybe some pictures of your room.