Over-sharing

I have a bad habit. It's called over-sharing, because I seem to think everyone out there should really care what I have to say. For several reasons:

1. I am clearly extremely entertaining and intelligent.

2. the rules absolutely do not apply to me.

3. My life is a complete disaster and thus ridiculously funny to other parties.

Let's get started.

I am a 30 year old sorority house mom. Single. Attempting to internet date. 2 cats and 1 dog. The sorority house is a 70 year old piece of crap that I'm attempting to hold together while keeping 20 teenage girls happy. See it's funny already.

Winter break is ending this weekend and I'm expecting the girls back starting Saturday. While they've been gone I've had the entire sewer line replaced, which of course, runs under my apartment and the kitchen. The whole first floor looks like Kosovo it's a war zone. There's debris and dust EVERYWHERE and I'm living in an empty room upstairs. The plumbers have promised to have me back in my room by tomorrow night, but of course the tile guy won't be done until next week so I'll be using the communal bathrooms upstairs.

YAY for sharing a bathroom with 10 uber skinny sorority girls. YAY.