Suburban existence

I have now moved in with a girl who owns a house and thus join the ranks of suburbanites. Yesterday I trimmed hedges so today in the office I could say that I did yardwork over the weekend. My rooommate's boyfriend's dog will be putting in regular appearances, and the kitchen in no way resembles a galley. I can't decide whether I was more grown up living in an apartment by myself or living in a house now. perhaps i'm regressing a little since I am afraid of getting in trouble with my roommate, Domestic Bliss, who is incredibly tidy and particular. (yet very welcoming, sweet) I'm sure I'll learn a lot from her. Fortunately, her boyfriend Me Gusto was around for the weekend to give me insider tips about recycling procedures and the stress items left out on the counter could cause.