These people (if you can call them that) who I live with, for some mysterious reason think that I run a restaurant. The weird thing is, they NEVER tip! At first I thought, oh, maybe there was a mix up, when they split the bill, something got miscalculated. I brushed it off, because we had a good rapport and all... Thing is, they keep coming back. I mean, for like, every single meal. And they NEVER leave a tip. I inquired as to what everyone felt like for dinner this evening as I was giving the babes and Lola a bath (first mistake, I now realize they thought I was offering them a menu). I then gave two options. Everyone looked at me like, "....and???? I stated that these were the options unless someone else wanted to cook. Lola asks, "Is there onions in it?" -no (yes, there is. And a zucchini. And garlic. Oh, child, you would be so mad if you knew all of the disgusting things I slip into your gullet) "Is there cheese?" -Yes. Yes, there is always cheese. Because cheese is the greatest thing the gods ever handed down to man. And wine. They are the biblical equivalent of Adam and Eve. Lola looks at me deeply, as if to discern which tricky path I offered was the safest route. "Okay. I guess that will be okay." And with a flip she is fully underwater, practically drowning the babies in her wake. I seem to have forgotten that I did anything besides parent for the last 8 months. Admittedly, I am an Aquarius (yes, those people who "changed it" can suck it) and good at starting things, yet so very poor at finishing. Too broad in scope, I often find. Anyways, I think I will just post when I can, and please know, I usually have no more than 20 mins to do this, so excuse my prose as it were.