This Old Breadbox

5:03 pm · category: House Calls, Kids Are All Right, The

There are five college-age boys sleeping in my house for the next four days. They are truly packed in like sardines. Sardines in a breadbox! Mmmm, tasty! Last night I put two of them in my full bed and the other three on a pallet in the floor. I am stuck sleeping on the couch. They’re basically living and sleeping in a van while they’re on tour, so hygiene hasn’t really been a top priority. Their feet smell so bad that I have to smoke to get anything resembling fresh air, and I swear that if I had wrung the oil out of their hair I would have had enough to fry an entire chicken.

But after their gig tonight, they want to watch Buffy, so I’m trying to be a good hostess.

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