Less than 24 hours after rolling back into the home driveway with one less family member in tow, I'm attempting to wrap my head around the fact that another college peep is out-of-pocket for a another semester, thus making the house feel way less claustrophobic again. Not only that but I'm left feeling almost giddy about how smoothly this move-in went even after receiving this text on the excruciatingly long drive back to the family homestead:
yo did you guys miss one of the pockets of that Adidas duffel bag?
I emptied the blue one but I'm missing like 12 pairs of underwear
So glad God invented Amazon Prime for situations such as these.
I am Brenda Swenson and sometimes I blog.