Roommates.

First, this is a picture of camp. I would like to go back, so I think that I will. In October. With my small group fam. We are excited. A random note, since I haven't posted a picture in a while.

Tonight, I realized what the worst part is about having as many roommates as I do. (there's five of us) The living room... and not for the reason you think. I can handle the sharing and the terrible pillow covers (that are finally being replaced... holla!)that I didn't pick out. It's that I'm real in love with this couch... and it's not mine. AND there's this pillow that I love. It's this round feather pillow. I wish it wasn't pink, but my goodness it's comfy. And these couches... well, really, I'm slightly more attached to one than the other... oh goodness... this couch. It's the size of a twin bed. If I sit all the way to the back only my feet and ankles hang off the edge (and I'm not even that short!). Oh, it's wonderful. The problem is the moving in May thing. I want to take both this pillow and the couch with me. I can claim emotional attachment, but I don't know if they'll fall for it. So, until then, I will cherish each lazy moment with my pillow/couch combo. And I will love them until I move... and maybe, just maybe, my roommates will see that the breakup of this wonderful relationship would break my poor heart... Maybe...?