All is good in roommate land. Although, yesterday I caught my roommate trying to cook chicken in the oven – without a pan. I guess he thought it would be like a little barbecue in the house. Luckily, Anna and I, saw him and suggested a pan before a fire ensued.
Today my newest roommate moved in, meanwhile I moved a bunch of old furniture out. I now have an old dresser, a table, some clothes, and a couple of beds that are sitting in the back yard waiting for a garage sale, or a trip to the Salvation Army.
My other roommate is cooking us all a big dinner which I can smell through the air. She is making us a special spinach and feta penne. My stomach is growling; I can’t wait.