Your children don’t live nearby, which makes it less likely that they’ll stop in to snack (or to borrow a truck). Maybe Tom will come by this weekend. He was here at some point and picked up his turnpike transponder, but I didn’t see him.
When Favorite Daughter and I both lived in Vegas, on the rare times she visited, she would, at some time during her visit, raid the fridge.
When Favorite Son and I lived in Vegas, we shared an apartment. Long ago and far away...