I put on my favorite shorts and shirt after a shower this morning. I was feeling good.... almost cocky. I had to be at work a few hours to learn our new check-out system. It was required attendance.
I managed to talk dad into giving me five dollars for a hamburger as I was leaving.
"Don't go buy and drink mouthwash," he told me warily.
When will he ever trust me?
My next destination was mom's house. I had to pick up Tylenol and aspirin. They, my parents, only allow me six a day of each fearing I will overdose.
"I wish you could move in with us and have your old bedroom back," mom told me in her pajamas. "I get lonesome and would love to have you around."
I thought about it for about ten seconds. For ten seconds it seemed nice, but I would be under the Johnny regime. That would mean making up my bed every day and doing constant yard work which I hate. I do miss mom, though, and entertained the thought. It was nice she trusts me so much these days to welcome me home.