but the melted lady was listed as awesome shoes. Are you wearing crocs or awesome shoes?

:: runs and hides ::

I've tried on the crocs flip flops since they're the only ones I like much. But they don't (didn't?) come in half sizes so no go.

However, I did in fact cave and order these: [link] I needed new to/from work shoes so I figured I'd try them out. We'll see.

After high school I had a friend whose mom said she didn't care what he chose but if he wasn't in school and didn't have a job he was not allowed to be home between 9 and 5 on weekdays. He got a job pretty fast.

Yeah, that'd do it.

After college my parents told me they'd start charging rent. I moved out immediately.

My mom and dad let me live with them the semester after I graduated rent-free, but I graduated in December, and I was just waiting for grad school to start in the summer, so I worked as a substitute, to save up money to move to grad school.

I'd set a time limit for him, though, and lay out expectations. I'd maybe give him the summer, but stipulate that he needs to be finish school. Then maybe start charging a fee for rent and food in the fall; my sister moved back in with my mom and dad to get her lib sci degree, but she pays rent and utilities, and buys her own food.

Trust me, as an ex-slacker kid, you will do him NO favors by letting him coast on you guys.

I lived at home for a couple of periods and did not pay rent. I was working and in school though. And I did a lot of cooking and shit.

Laura, the only thing I would add is that if he continues to live at home, set clear rules for everyone. My sis lives at home rent free, but my parents don't treat her like an adult and it's a bad situation.

Omg so tired. Frankie and I just got back from a friend's place. There was a chihuahua, a super fat bulldog, and a massive boxer. Frankie is perfectly capable of taking care of himself, I learned. He pwned the bulldog, actually pinning him at one point. Drew a bit of blood in the process, but the owner didn't freak so neither did I. Frankie also managed to pee inside twice, once on the couch and once on my shoes. Thankfully J didn't care, and I wore rubber flip flops. He also nearly pooped in the house. I swear, he loses all manners when we go somewhere else. Gotta work on that.

He's totally worn out from playing, and I'm worn out from watching him, so bed time for us.

Ugh. Stressed out. Majorly. This is not good.

NOnonononono Frankie! This not acceptable! No owning other people's houses...period, little man. Those houses, like your house, belong to smonster!! The noms? smonster's. The outside? snonster's. Friends and their houses? smonster's. smonster's shoes? Say it with me now...SMONSTER's.

Oy. Boundary reeducation seems in order here.

Good one on the bulldog though.