It’s really hard to believe that another summer is coming to a close.
The golden days of August slowly morph into September and the beginning of autumn with barely a whisper.
Sarah goes back to school next Sunday.
The telling sign being the expanding pile of stuff in the living room.
I’m calling the pile “Bob”, because it deserves a name.
Bob seemed to come out of nowhere that I could foresee.
One minute there’s nothing but open space and the next…BANG!
He’s a very sneaky pile, too.
He starts off looking so innocent and low key; a pair of socks, followed by a pair of sneakers (oh-oh, pairs), then Sun-Chips and Pretzels and cases of Gatorade and a toaster and a Shark vacuum and…
Bobby, my man, what’s up dude?
You’re getting freekin’ huge!
I’m sitting at the computer at 4:30 this morning checking my email when something taps me on the shoulder.
It’s Bobby again.
And this time he wants more room.
The more I give, the more real estate he wants to take.
What he doesn’t know is that it will all change next Sunday morning.
I’ll move him into some new digs and take back my living room.