You’re living the high life!
You betcha. One thing I noticed, though; This lifestyle seems to keep the Witnesses away.
When I fling open the front door in nothing but my skivvies, my bottle of V.O. in hand and yell, “COME ON IN, GIRLS! THE PARTY IS JUST STARTED!!!”, for some reason they always gasp, turn and run as fast as they can back to their car... and I don’t even get a Watchtower pamphlet. :(