But, you know what? There are worse things that could happen than having well-meaning family members asking you if you have a boyfriend.
Like never ever having well-meaning family members ask you if you have a boyfriend because they’ve all completely and totally given up hope.
Yeah, like that.
Or you could end up sleeping on an air mattress in the itty bitty loft in your little sister’s old bedroom. While all your non-single siblings sleep in real beds in real rooms that they can actually stand up in without giving themselves a concussion.
I’ve already almost killed myself twice trying to get down the spiral staircase that goes up to the loft when I’m all groggy and graceless in the morning. (Okay, I’m groggy and graceless all the time. But especially in the morning. And especially after being forced to sleep on an air mattress in a tree house.)
Mind you, it’s not all bad. My current sleeping situation does have some perks.
Like, it’s really given me some serious street cred among my three nieces. Because, HELLO, I LIVE IN A SECRET FORT.
That and I have ready access to My Little Ponies on Netflix.
So, basically, I’m the COOLEST AUNT EVER.
All those concussions?
Totally worth it.
What was I talking about again?Are you single? What’s the worst part about being single during the holidays for you?