All flatmates are crazy, even yourself (point proven when you live alone). But mine is the best. He'll ask me things like, "Why do you rip the tape off the boxes instead of using the scissors?". I usually answer with, "Because I like to find the most obnoxious way to annoy the crap out of you". It just goes on and on.
And just now I find that he went to his mom's place and brings back treats. A package of hotdogs (Hebrew) and sliced ham. I have so much to teach him, and so little time.
My list if I raided mom's fridge -- homemade sauce (her own little concoction), left over wine (she ain't going to finish it), white/red hots (if you know what they are then you understand), Black Cherry WPOP, leftovers from dinner (still mom's cooking), and of course key lime pie (cause I begged with puppy eyes to have the rest).
Mom's Rock! Flatmates... need some teaching.
