Peace at Last

I am typing this in my underpants, in my office, and listening to some jazz. No more females, no more hip hop, rap crap, and finally after seven full days, I am able to take a hot shower. For the last week, I have had to jump into a freezing shower, and do a speed wash before I got hypothermia. Talk about shrinkage. Between the four ladies and Mark showering, and the constant clothes washing, I have not felt hot water for a week.

Chandler had an entirely different take on the ladies leaving. He missed them almost immediately, and wondered all day what had happened to his new playmates. For Chandler, them leaving meant no more treats all day, no more playing endless fetch with his well chewed, slimy, raccoon toy, and no more tasty women's shoes to chew on.

I am also finding all sorts of mysterious and strange women things that they have left behind. In the bathroom are lotions and creams with uses that I am unfamiliar with, and when I removed the air-mattress in my office, I found all the tags from their shopping trip with Mark. That's another interesting development, Mark has found his match at shopping. After a day of shopping with the girls, Mark actually came home exhausted and spent, complaining about how awful it was. Hooray for the girls!