Do you know that Carole King song, "Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow?" It's going through my head as I write this post.
I decided to show you my family room -- the room that I lovingly refer to as "lived-in."
This is the room with all the books and newspapers and magazines strewn about, with homework on the desk and cat hair on the sofa.
This is the room that I cringe to think of the girlfriend seeing.
Anyway, here it is in all it's tattered glory. I've tidied it up a little (OK, a LOT) for these pictures.
But it still has that "lived-in" look. But hey, I guess everybody has one of those rooms, right? So I'm not going to stress over it.
Oh hell, I may have to stress just a little.