I’m a Homebody, something I’m not ashamed off. I work, go home, the weekend  pasts. Rinse and Repeat. ( I want to apologize in advance, I’m at a bar writing  this and the Jamson is creeping up on me as I write this) So…. I’m wondering  is there  a difference between  a regular homebody and a hard-core  homebody. This blog will be very breif….. They are hard-core….. They’re about that LIFE! My aunt for example she’s  a hard-core  Homebody. In her defense, she’s retired. But when it comes to family activities….. ” Nope! Not coming.. Imma stay home and watch this movie and sip on some whine.” I get it, but sometime, not all the time I make myself available. So last evening (told you this was gonna be a quick 1) me, my mum, and auntie went out to eat for my birthday. I love my auntie to death. So it broke my heart when we got into a back and forth (row) about her wanting to leave the restaurant so fast. Restaurant etiquette requires you to wait for the waitress/ waiter to collect your card… Auntie  was so much in a rush she/ we went to the area to pay. I was wavy, so It didn’t register with me until we got to the register. I Thought, “why are we going to pay at the counter instead of relaxing  and waiting for the receipt. So to make it short I called auntie  out on it (she was the 1 in a rush) I said “it was no need to rush, we gotta let our food digest for Christ sake. What’s  wrong with waiting for the receipt at the table?” A good positive evening all of a sudden went a little hazy. It got pretty hairy and I wasn’t expecting it. She damned- near gave me a riot act. ” I Do WHAT I WANT. IF I WANT TO LEAVE NOW IT’S MY PEROGATIVE” Auntie!!!! That came outta no where. There was a couple of more exchanges one where I had no choice but to throw some darts her way and she ended up taking an uber home… Hard-core Homebodies! SMH!