Living alone means...

• A quart of milk and/or a pint of cream can go bad on ya.

• You command the remote!

• You can workout in your underpants. If you want. To work out, I mean.
  

• Not having to wait on anyone in the bathroom. (But if you run out of T.P. during your business, you might not think it's so great)
  

• Eating dinner at 4 or 8 or while lounging in bed. And it can consist of steak and all the trimmings. Or cereal. Or oreos. And no one's around to give you grief about it.

• When cleaning up, you know you were the one responsible for the mess.

• Not having anyone to talk to unless you pick up the phone.

• You're the only one around to do the dishes. (Unless your mom's feeling charitable the next time she comes over)

• Never having to leave notes like "Went to the store. Back in an hour."

• Trash duty is on you.
  

• Making decisions about stuff like which way the T.P. goes, what brand of pancake mix to buy, and what kind of decorating style to use, to suit your needs, wants and desires.

• Learning to appreciate your independence.