Well, the house is full again. Bachelorhood is over. I cleaned up all the liquor bottles, put the drugs up out of reach, and kicked all the strippers out just in time. Yeah, that’s right….well, actually, I have been hobbling around the house and the stairs are not my friend. My thighs are still sore from that damn run. At least now I won’t have to eat soup & Cheerios for dinner for another year.