You know you're home alone with your parents gone for three weeks when you find yourself wandering around the house naked - since you're doing laundry, and it might as well all be clean - and drinking wine straight from the bottle while throwing squeaky toys for your dog.
Sounds like I have a problem.
*checks into rehab*
One of these days I swear to god I'll put pics of the Riley monster up. I talk about her enough.
And shit. I think she just fell down the stairs. Which of us is drinking?