Home Again, Home Again (Jiggity Jig)

So, for whatever reason (confusion? refusal to pay more for gas? laziness?), I’m at my family home in Pennsylvania. And it’s weird. My brothers and sister aren’t here, and both of my parents are working now, so I’m spending most of my mornings and afternoons (early evenings, too) with my dogs. Excellent company, those two.

Pickles in a sexy pose.

Is that really comfortable?

Gross.

ANYWAY, here’s what I’ve been doing in all that free time.

Snazzy, yes?

Getting feathery, fantastic packages from Hypnotiq. I submitted an adorable picture of my best buddy, Caitlin, and I dancing for some Girls Night Out contest they were having.

Guess this was a winning shot….

We got those sweet moves

I can’t promise I haven’t been wearing the boa around the house.

It gets pretty lonely here.

I’ve also been wondering something…

When the house gets unbearably messy (which, with 7 family members and two dirty dogs, is semi-frequently), my family has a cleaning service come in and tidy up.  And one of the best things is that they make all the toilet paper look like this:

Two Ply Rose, anyone?

But here’s the weirdest part: My entire family refuses to use these beautiful toilet paper roses.  The result?

A number of rogue TP Roses that are just hidden around the house.  What on earth, family?  It’s still usable toilet paper.

I’m on a one woman mission to use these all. It’s going well.

And what might I be wearing during all of this?

Fashionista

Rocking these Joe Boxer boxers in size Small (I guess they’ve just grown with me) that I’ve had for over 10 years.  These are my “home shorts”, the ones that I never actually take out of my house, so that I’ve always got something cozy to wear when I come home.

And also because it might be shameful to wear them out.

It’s not all fun and games and slutty dogs, though.  Sometimes, I have to head out for a midday buzz to celebrate IPA Day.

8.5% makes it a little harder to focus on the plot

Victory’s Hop Wallop is just the (local!) hop-bomb needed to celebrate in style.

Jealous?

Don’t worry, I know it’s of the shorts.

What do you do when you go home to visit your parents/family?  

Do you ever feel like you’re taking crazy pills, even after a few days?

 

 

 

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4 thoughts on “Home Again, Home Again (Jiggity Jig)

  1. I have such specific and weird things I do every time I go home. We have like a fleece jacket collection for visitors basically and I always wind up wearing one. I also eat tons of Lays Staxx cause my Dad stocks up on them like crazy (and I’d never let myself by them!). From there I mostly play dance games on the WII and me and my 11 year old sister get super competitive. Gotta love families, right? haha

  2. my dog sleeps in the exact same position and lays there for hours, I don’t get it. When I got home I forage through my parents cupboards and eat all there good food, not so much now but when i came home from college that is what I would do.

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