Why I left home...

In case any body was wondering why I would leave a place with no rent, free food, a washer and dryer, a chef (aka my mother or sister), and a chauffeur, this blog is dedicated to clearing all that up.

Wednesday evening
Me (on the phone): Hey Mom, just calling to let you know I'm coming home this weekend.
Mom: Why?
Me: Why? 'Cause of Kenna's bridal shower, I need to do laundry, and this will be the last time I come home before I move.
Mom: That's fine, but why are you calling to tell me all this?
Me: Cause I thought I'd warn you I was coming. I want a place to sleep that isn't the floor while I'm home. Plus I need the washer, so you better get your laundry done tomorrow cause I'm taking it over.
Thursday night I sleep on the couch in the living room because my bedroom is floor-to-ceiling, wall-to-wall boxes, mostly Christmas decorations. Thanks Mom.

11:30 am Saturday morning
Gaith (my brother): You missed donuts Linnea.
Me: Huh?
Gaith: Rachel bought us donuts, but I don't think there are anymore. I ate a bunch.
Me: You didn't leave me any?!?
Gaith: Maybe. Not sure. I kind of forgot about you.

randomly one day during a phone conversation
Gaith: Linnea, you're like our Meg [from Family Guy].

Mom: When are you going home Linnea?
Me: Sunday afternoon sometime.
Mom: Are you sure you don't want to go tonight? Maybe go out with your friends??
Me: Uh. Y?
Mom: I want my washer back.