We live in the 2000's, we bathe in this era

Much to my dismay my parents came back home from their trip to Pennsylvania. It wasn't that they were alive, it was just that they came home. I was over joyed to have the entire house to myself for almost an entire week. It was very relaxing to say the least but they had come back to bring yelling a screaming back into my life. Which they engaged in immediately.

"Get that out of here!" screamed my father, "I can't get through!"

I didn't hear anything out of my mother, what a kind soul she must be or perhaps a daft one.

After a few minutes of movement from the basement I heard some voices shout "Hello!" I said hello and continued to work on my online course work that was due at midnight. It was about this point that my mother decided to come up and ask me to help her being things into the house. Which I would have come down sooner but I was in the middle of a timed test, I couldn't just let it run with a few answers filled out. Once I was finished however I brought in everything that needed to be put upstairs as per usual and went back to my lap top to read while listening to music.

A disgusting combination of must and body oder moved from the basement down the hall which must have meant that my parents were finally going to shower after camping for almost a week. I was wrong. Instead my father chatted with his mother and father repeating the same stories of the week to each of them. My mother... I have no idea what she did, I suppose it had something to do with the television.

I heard my father describe how they had went to the Waffle House (Mmm House... I mean...) and decided to make some lunch. Which consisted of tater tots and fish sticks. So I contently sat on the couch with a book propped in front of my face and a plate of food on my stomach poking at some tots in between paragraphs. If only that fowl oder wasn't about...