I Owe My Existence To....

Craigslist, you've driven the things in my life,
You have furnished my world on a dime without strife.
Got my dresser, my mirror,
Sold game tix without fear!
Even met my dear Luke through my once Craigslist wife*

Here's my room!  Er, a wall of it, at least.  With my awesome $220 dresser and my THIRTY DOLLAR mirror.  And the cute tree paintings that came from Luke's old house and prove that we can totally consolidate our crap.  Sigh.  I love our room.

*I pride myself on not having to explain my limericks.  It's all out there in the words.  Well, my friends, today I failed.  Unless you know me and know what I mean when I say "Craigslist wife".  Which you all do, so maybe I didn't fail.  But in case I failed, my Craigslist wife refers to my dear wifey Megan.  My roommate of 3 years who moved out to California in July.  She responded to my Craigslist plea, "I need a place to live and an awesome new roommate.  Please take me in."  We met.  It was love at first site.  We were wed I moved in one week later.  The rest is history.  Oh!  And she just happened to work with this cutie of a mountain man who just happened to be looking to fall in love with me. 

Tomorrow is FRIDAY!

The End.