They are never on time which often leads me to wonder where exactly did I gain this punctuality from, certainly not from mom or Rory. Although, Rory is better with keeping time than mom is; poor Luke has no luck getting either one of them to budge at any pace that is not their own. He's outnumbered by three, but I give him credit for fighting the good fight even when he knows he has a fat chance especially when it comes down to firmly establishing his habit of eating healthy which quite frankly scares me. He lives with females and no other men as mom likes to point out usually drawing us to the conclusion that he must have skipped school on women issues day in health class. Obviously he knows nothing about PMS and eating carrot sticks when you have a perfectly good pint of Ben and Jerry's in the freezer waiting to be cleared out to make way for another pint is the worst insult bestowed on a girl with enraged hormones.
We let him rant anyway because either way he feeds us and as long as the burger/fry combo keeps coming our way he can spread his healthy disease as far as he can carry the tune; though it continually falls on our deaf ears there must be someone who agrees with him. Okay they've got 5 more minutes before I retreat to my discman and destroy any or all possible means of communication.