AAAHHHHHHHHHHHH....

I finally found the f'in keys, and they weren't under the mat. RSM had left them in the door of all places. So I finally show up, and here I am, in a single girls apartment. WOW... I have not been single since 1991.........

So now I sit here, legs up on the ottoman. Martini in hand, eating olives. It is quiet. I have the remote to myself. There is a big bathtub sans ducks and squirt guns. There are even candles on the coffee table I can light.

This is a single girls place, complete with lingerie hanging over the shower bar, a fluffy rug by the tub.

The fridge is stocked with wine, cheese, olives, chocolate, chinese take out. No appplesauce, juice boxes, or soy yogurt.

I have no idea what I am supposed to do in here, I have forgotten...

Hell I didn't even trip over a babydoll, or step on a lego. It is like being in a foreign country.

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