Well, they *do* live here...
Yesterday, a solicitor came to the door and asked me if my parents were home.
I am 32 years old.
I stood there for a moment, wondering if he was serious, then told him no, they were not. Then *he* stood there, apparently wondering if *I* was serious, then said he'd try back at another time.
I mean, okay, I was still in what's basically my PJs, and I had Harry Potter on in the background, but that was only because Gilmore Girls got preempted by the movie.
Wonder what he would have said if I told him I was probably a good decade older than him.
I am 32 years old.
I stood there for a moment, wondering if he was serious, then told him no, they were not. Then *he* stood there, apparently wondering if *I* was serious, then said he'd try back at another time.
I mean, okay, I was still in what's basically my PJs, and I had Harry Potter on in the background, but that was only because Gilmore Girls got preempted by the movie.
Wonder what he would have said if I told him I was probably a good decade older than him.