Was Today Your First Day of School?

That was the question I was asked by the cashier at Publix tonight.
Me: "Yes, actually it was. It was my first day teaching."
Cashier: "Oh, really. That's so neat." (insert awkward silence as mom pays for groceries)
Me: "I know. I look 12."
Cashier: "Yeah, well today was my first day of college. I already have 2 quizzes, a paper, and a test." (insert too much information given about her life.)

So, excellent. Not only do I look 12, but I also had to listen to her life story. I understand friendliness, but I obviously looked tired, and 12.

Our house is empty now. Chrissy is back at school. Dad is away. Checks is in doggy-heaven. Stephen, well, I am just never sure about his where-abouts. It is just me, mom, and Max. I guess we should start to get used to that now. The quiet.

For those of you who know me, which I hope if you are reading this you do, I do not enjoy the quiet. I do not enjoy being alone. I like having people around, the tv or radio on, talking, laughing, singing, dancing, playing, etc. This is why the townhouses were such an excellent place to live. Having 5 roommates, and a number of blockmates, there was always someone around, music blasting, and game playing. However, I am proud of how well mom and Max deal with my singing, rapping, yelling, and dancing.

Not only do I look 12, I also act it.