How can you tell college kids are home for the summer?
There’s a mountain of blue IKEA bags piled up in the garage, your grocery bill has doubled, their bedroom doors are always closed, and all the cups, bowls, and utensils are missing again.
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How can you tell college kids are home for the summer?
There’s a mountain of blue IKEA bags piled up in the garage, your grocery bill has doubled, their bedroom doors are always closed, and all the cups, bowls, and utensils are missing again.
“No more pencils, no more books. No more teacher’s dirty looks.” Does anyone else remember singing that ditty at the end of the school year? Not the heavy metal, Alice Cooper version. Just the sing-song, nursery-rhyme-like kids’ version. No? Maybe it was a Long Island thing. Anyway … Monday was our…