Strange as it may sound, today is the last full day of living in "Mom's house"
You may wonder why I call it "Mom's house"? This is because everything about this house was my Mom. The paint, the lawn and garden, the life, every little knick knack is my Mom.
I'll be very happy when this is over, my Dad is bugging me about everything, no matter how small ... "should I keep this shirt??", " what should I do with my underwear??" Stupid things like that.
The worst one was last night, 5a.m. I get a call at work "Brent, did you know we don't have ice??" UGH, my Dad thinks we need ice for the 4KM 10 minute move??, and he needs to call me to tell me. Strange, they always load the fridge last??
Anyways, Go see The History of Violence .... great flick.
Back next week with a few real reviews.
Brent
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