There is nobody sane who gets home and wants to stay in their day clothes. The only people I want to know are the ones in the fuzzy pink bath robes. The army of comfortable people shuffling around in their slippers and the legions of ladies in ripped yoga pants? Those are my people. Let me sit next to them, covered in a blanket, in front of the tv. The rest of you are NUTS!
I am neither original or practical in this regard. I would like to live with a monkey. A chimp really. One with show biz training. I'd change his diapers and he'd be full of mischief, speeding around the house on his roller skates. My chimp's name would be Jerry Lewis and I would love him like a son, a grandfather and a noisy neighbour rolled into one smelly, hairy package.
