mdovey
This morning, upon awakening, I got the feeling that I wasn't alone in the house. Strange. It had been years since there was the pitter patter of tiny feet, the tap tap of claws, or the thunk, thunk of my eldest' boots upon the stair.
"The feeling's mutual," I hollered, turning to storm out of the room. I knew I'd behaved like a five year old, but Chad knew just what buttons of mine to push and just when to push them. If there had ever been a more annoying housemate, I'd yet to discover him.