Must.Love.Fun.

don’t get a roommate if you own your home… every little thing will piss you off.  Like when they don’t move the grill away from the house and it melts the siding or when they decide to give their dog a bath inside your garage (seriously? there’s a whole yard out there without storage boxes waiting to get soaked), or when they invite their mother to stay with you for 10 days, yes 10 days and not to sound rude but  she’s also deaf and I’ve never communicated with a deaf person.

I’ve tried to have a good attitude, I promise, but June 16th, better known as MOVE OUT DAY, can’t come soon enough.

Considering this is likely the last week I’ll ever have a house completely to myself, I’m soaking up every second of it.

Lately J and I have been spending weekend nights sitting outside drinking ourselves silly, finding reasons to take shots of American Honey, and listening to various Pandora stations. Lame weekends or totally awesome?

whatshouldwecallme:

being at work from 7:30 am until 9:00 pm.