The Best Things about Living Alone

The mess is all mine!
As is the remote!
I talk to myself a lot.
Walking around in my underwear.
There's enough room for kitty and 70 lb puppy in the king size bed.
No one bitches about cereal for dinner, fake sugar, or no buns for the turkey dogs they won't eat anyway.
Walking around in my underwear.
Singing loudly (horribly too).
Never a line for the washer.
No one here to drink my booze.
Walking around in my underwear!!!!!
Drinking out of the milk carton.

Don't worry, if anyone were to ever come visit, I'd by new milk and put on some pants!!