Home is not where you live but where they understand you. - Christian Morgenstern
When the twitterverse (there, I said it) heard that Tabitha, Sarah, and I were moving into a house together, there was immediate talk of a reality show. I'm sure imaginations went wild... as well they should. Would we have endless political discourse and pillow fights? Would we hang a Don't Tread On Me flag by the front door? Make a drinking game out of Red Eye (every time Andy Levy says something pithy and a female guest gives a confused, humorless response, DRINK!)?
The truth is we lounge in jammies without make up, our hair a mess, drinking loads of tea, laughing and watching re-runs of the Nanny and Golden Girls. My fleeting attempts to turn on C-SPAN are met with threats of violence. We spend a lot of time contemplating the interior design of our living room. And talking about doing laundry. Really, really thrilling stuff.
And it's absolute bliss.