I live with a doctor, an engineer, a black belt, and a rocket scientist. I only have one roommate. That’s right ladies and gentlemen, I live with Batman. I’m still trying to find the hidden passage in our house that leads to his secret lair but haven’t had any luck so far.
Seriously though, the guy has degrees in mechanical and aerospace engineering from Princeton, a Masters in biomedical engineering, a PhD in mechanical engineering and an M.D. in surgery from the University of Michigan. And he has a black belt in Tae Kwon Do. The guy should be fighting crime with those credentials. Instead, he leads music at our church and is teaching me how to use nunchucks so I don’t kill myself playing around with them in the house. Now you’d think I’d be self-conscious around a guy like this, and maybe even feel a bit inferior. You would be wrong. I’ve written novels and short stories which is the one thing he hasn’t done. The one thing he can’t do. So I content myself with that knowledge and the fact that I’ll never have to go anywhere else for research ever again. I’m also kind of cocky anyway.
The other thing he hasn’t been able to do is get rid of the spider hordes in our house. They’re everywhere. While most of them are of the daddy long leg variety, there are some creepy ones I wouldn’t want to meet in a dark alley unarmed. And our basement is one giant freaking cobweb. I feel like I’m being wrapped for dinner every time I go down to do laundry. If I ever see Tim Curry dressed as a clown, I’m outta there. But other than that, I’m loving my new place. It’s so much better than Casa de Chabad. And we have bookshelves EVERYWHERE. That’s the sign of a good house right there folks. One of these days I’m going to have to get my hands on a digital camera so I can show you pictures. Maybe my roommate can build me one…on a break from curing cancer of course.