It's like living in a frat house...

Dave was looking for his socks; Chris laughed and said, “It’s like living in a frat house… 'How’d my underwear get on the ceiling fan?’”

Recently, I lost my pants. Not lost so much as misplaced.

And lately I’ve taken to borrowing Dave’s belt when he’s not around…simply because it’s easier than digging through boxes to find mine.

Despite boxes being labeled, it’s still a challenge to find things when you really need them – like dress clothes, or more long sleeve shirts and warm socks as the seasons change.

People are going to start wondering why they see me in the same four outfits over and over and over. I need a t-shirt that reads, “I’m not homeless, we’re remodeling.”