it’s funny, when packing up and moving after having had a number of teenagers living in (and moving out of) the house, how quickly one’s set of questions changes from the normal existential ones like,
“do i really need all this?”,
“what’s the purpose of this thing?”
to the more concrete ones like,
“hey, where’d that ___ go?”,
“hey, who brought THAT into my house?”
and my favorite one right now,
“ok, where’s my gun? i’m going to go rip some answers out now”
heh. heh. heh.