...well. I survived. Single in our house translates into being relegated to sleeping on the god damn air mattress...as if I needed another reminder of how pathetic being single is around the holidays. I debated on bringing home a match.com date just to feel the privledge of sleeping on a real bed. Perhaps though, that would be cause for not even being allowed to sleep in the house...and might be more awkward than a little air mattress back pain in the morning.
Now, don't get the wrong idea. I'd sleep on a ton of bricks just to have the family all in one place (and I do love and appreciate them all)...I don't really mean to sound like an ungrateful, pms'ing bitch. I promise, I'm not...sometimes it just takes a small straw to set me off.