Thirteen months in and I'm still tickin'! Woo-Hoo! Thirteen months ago, I was sweating the last few details of one of the last acts (besides marriage and parenthood) of full-on adulthood; my first place! My own place. After 39 years of living with of others, I was going to take the plunge and live on my own with my own rules, my way, for the next twelve months or so. Finally, I was going to be able to come and go as I please without checking in with a parental figure, the US Army, or possibly scaring the bejesus out of my unsuspecting roommates when I strolled in at say, 3 AM. Finally, I can have the option of living like a complete neat-freak or turning my humble abode into a pig-sty. Get up when I please or stay in bed all day? Three piece suit? Suit of armor? Birthday suit? Don't matter, all bets are off...or maybe they're on! Haha! I decide! Me! All me! All. Of. It. On me. ...