Messy, disorganized, grubby, scattered doesn’t even BEGIN to witness the near chaos our son Jay has brought to our home. Sports equipment (especially hockey), puzzles which mostly have no connection, DVDs, CDs, animal books, nearly eaten powdered donuts, piles of pillows and blankets. Shattered picture frame glass was discovered on his bedroom floor the other day. And he has an curious fondness for photocopies of local female TV news anchors/weather people pinned to various walls. Good thing he’s very social, a very nice and kind young man. But it’s at times like living at Delta Tau Chi with Blutarsky and his crew. We have a one man frat house.
