But, I'm back home for the weekend, and I remember again why I left. This house is a certifiable mess. I can't believe that they are living in this filth. I mean, it's not like there is feces everywhere or anything, but there is a spiderweb near the front door, the garbage is near overflowing, books and paper are strewn everywhere. There are two seats cleaned off. One for my mom and one for my dad. The couch is buried under a bunch of crap. And today my mom wants to go buy a food saver, whatever the hell that is. Which, she'll use about ten times and then it will just sit on the counter collecting dust.
Oh, and I'm hungry and kind of can't wait to go back to Ft. Myers :)