Have no idea what a poobah is.. Sure hope it is good cuz it looks like I am a poobah.. At first I thought a poobah was a pooka.. A pooka fits me better lol....

The son is 29... This is idealistically his house.. It was meant to be his house.. His dad's good intentions might have been a giant mistake.. I am here because I am nuts.. I thought I could help him and get the house in order.. Painting, putting in hardwood floors in the bedrooms, new interior doors. Things to make the house look nice, yet he doesn't take care of anything... Computer junk everywhere...I dunno.. He is way too old for me to be complaing about..I think I have to accept that this is who he is...... And encourage his dad to sell this house when the market picks up.. He basically want to find a woman to clean cook for him... GOOOD luck I tell him... shrugs a mother's shoulders.....

If he even tried... To be a homeowner takes responsibilities... And AJ is proving that he is not responsible...... He isn't even looking for a job..... Yet he drinks and parties and sleeps and thinks