I have officially started moving back home. I took over a bunch of stuff yesterday, mainly clothes, and the playstation 2. Now I took good care to clean that PS2, and my son had it connected shortly after it arrived. And there it sat all day long. Early this morning, I was awakened to the sneezes of my daughter. Her bedroom is upstairs so I didnt think much of it. Come to find out she and her brother camped down in the living room last night. I just know...my wife is going to blame me for either cat hair that I must have missed or leftover cigarette smoke odors or something. Damn. I feel like I am walking on eggshells.