desperate measures.

My mom made a deal with my brothers: 

"As soon as your older sisters are married, that is when we'll give away their rooms, and you can have your own."

Apparently my space is something to covet, because my youngest brother is taking matters into his own hands. 

He's already made a suggestion about a potential "brother-in-law" and made one other astute observation that I must admit is halfway my own fault for planting the idea in his head. 

But in order to tell you about said plan, I'm going to have to let you into one of my deep dark guilty obsessions: 

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I watch the Bachelor.... like, kind of religiously. (Although, I'm not actually sure that you can tie that show in any way to religion.)

Exhibit A: My roommate and I shared break up brownies when Sean let go of Lindsey.

Exhibit B: Worse than that, I'm still not over Sean and Desiree's break up. 

{Pathetic, right?}

Well, because I couldn't ignore a season with Desiree as the Bachelorette, I've had it playing on my laptop a couple of times, and my mom and I watched a (cleaner, shorter) version of Monday's episode last night in the kitchen. 

So, as I mentioned, this little brother of mine is astute. Realizing my apparent attachment to the show, and noticing my lack of ... ahem, husbandness, he made the following suggestion: 

"Why don't we just put Megan on that show?" 

Nice one little guy, but I'm much more interested in real life, one guy, one girl relationships, thank you.