that song stuck in your head

The heater in our apartment is an inferno, disco inferno to be precise. 85 degrees in the winter is a lovely thing. But now, it won’t turn off. The apartment becomes a box of canned heat when it’s 70 degrees outside.

All of this to tell you: Please call ahead if you plan on visiting the Cheng residence. I will likely be in my underwear sipping on an Arnold Palmer. Thank you for your cooperation. 

Sidenote: Was I the only one who thought it was weird for the Ninja Turtles to be obsessed with pizza?