Proceed to roll eyes.
Due to the radical chain of events, see below, I've ended up, dog, cat, me, at Six's house. Some may bauf and roll, oh please continue. This is pay back for all those who've lived vicariously through me.

Truth is, I am a poor slob.
I live beyond my means all the time.
Six shows me. Stay home and garden, and love it. Homebody, badminton in the park, sticks and dogs at the beach. The girl lives for free and it's quite beautiful. I investigate. Hey, we made Cornish game hen and borscht for $4.67. Sunday is cartoon night with more roommates than we can physically fit in the living room, plus two dogs and the jungle cat who is scaling the fence, to the upstairs room, for peace and quiet. After dinner, sitting on a skateboard, we talk about our trip this weekend, how little fun it will be battling the traffic, but what a blast, we get to borrow the fully loaded Vanagon! Dishes, and Opium-Kava-Kava Tea later, the room is lit with jesus candles, a heavenly glow. Slump into bed. Six points to the plants' shadows jumping on the ceiling. Yeah, way better than the movies. We're the two rich girls, sleeping in a bay window over the highway, jungle cat takes his throne in the hanging garden.
I’ve decided.
The hardest path is the one I'll take
And I'll clean the room tomorrow.