Home Alone 5: The Kay Edition

My dad is always worried about me when he goes away for a few days a month for business. He thinks I’ll get lonely or go hungry or something I think. I’m not sure why. By now I’m so used to it that I know how to make is fun.

-I have music on. All. The. Time. Loud, angry punk rock, or maybe the soundtrack from Rent or Les Mis or Wicked, or if I’m in a certain mood maybe some sappy country. You better believe that I sing along at the top of my lungs.

-I pee with the bathroom door open. That’s right, just because I can

-I sleep wherever I feel like sleeping. So maybe in the floor with my laptop or on the recliner watching tv. Sometimes I wake up with a kink in my back but whatevs

-I make big ole ice cream sundaes with chocolate sauce and fruit and nuts and I sit on the counter and eat it and no one can judge me. Not that my dad would anyway, but it’s the principle of the thing

-I watch Game of Thrones with full sound and don’t have to worry about my dad walking in during the semi-pornographic parts

-I talk to my cats about my life problems and they listen attentively. jk they fall asleep, but still

Except I just realized that my dad is coming home tonight and the house is a disaster. Guess I know what I have to do now. Yay dishes.

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7 thoughts on “Home Alone 5: The Kay Edition

  1. I believe it is items 3, 4, and 5 that has your dad worried. Sleeping wherever you want is surely the beginning of the end.

    I live alone. I haven’t shut the bathroom door in probably a year or more. I’m all for it. (Despite my what I said above…)

  2. My dad walked in on me watching True Blood, some semi porn scene with Eric. Quite embarrassing.

  3. Kay, Being a dad I completely get where he is coming from. But also having a daughter, I understand what your saying (kinda). But this is a wonderful commentary on life. Enjoy each of your moments. Take care, Bill

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