The house I grew up in smells like old people farts. I walked in and was like, "...oh."
I suppose I should have seen this coming, given that my youngest sister has turned 18, my dad retired 3 weeks ago, and he was a menace on the drive home. A slow-moving, blinker on too long, unaware he was driving in someone's blind-spot, swerving when playing with the radio, menace.
I suppose I should have seen this coming, but still. Lame.
