When I was single I had both a cell phone and a home phone. The cell was for motherfuckers that I wanted to give my number to and the home phone was for motherfuckers that demanded my phone number. I never checked the messages, hell, I think the machine was turned off for the past 6 months.
Anyways, when Lisa moved in, she started trimming unnecessary costs and the home line was at the top of the list.
So now when somebody calls from a strange number and says "Hello, Mr. Lane?" I have to say "You bet" instead of "Depends. Are you a cop?" or my favorite, "Who the fuck are you?"
The towels and washrags in the bathroom that I'm not allowed to use are in the regular towel closet now, but that's only because we're buying new towels and washrags that I won't be allowed to use. I'm still trying to figure that one out.
New dishes, too. We ain't buying one set, we're buying TWO sets. I got a feeling we're going be having a shitload of company.
The only friend that's ever eaten a meal in my house in 20 years is Rick and that's only because the rude bastard stopped by during my supper and wouldn't quit staring at my food until I offered him some so yeah, having dinner guests is going to take some getting used to.