Made Caramel Friday Night. Baked it onto chocolate chip cookies and took them to T at work on Saturday. In protest to being called an old lady by boy roomie, girl roomie and I went streaking in our backyard. we are no longer old ladies. No, we weren't drinking, it was my idea, and yes, I am embarrassed that boy roomie saw me nakid. Finished a sewing project and watched somewhere near 5 movies yesterday.
Someone useing my bathroom does not wipe up the pee on the seat, or lid if there are drips. My formerly pink sink is crusted with white toothpaste. The plumbing sings. I don't know why. Something broke my bedroom window. I think the fish smell in the fridge is from the home canned tuna boy roomie partially consumes then sticks in the fridge, with a loosley wrapped piect of plastic wrap on it. But that could just be me guessing. I would move next month if I could.