I went to the kitchen to get my cherry pie (which my boyfriend kindly bought for me as a surprise) from the fridge. I ignored the dishes stacked in the drying rack like a terrible game of Jenga gone wrong, the white counters that are covered in appliances, food, towels and crumbs, the pile of cardboard boxes stacked to the ceiling, and opened the fridge. My pie was not where it had been, it was hidden behind the Arizona Iced Tea bottles, which were hidden behind the numerous root beer bottles, which were on behind the mayonnaise, which were on top of the tortillas. When I had happily eaten another piece of my pie I placed it back where I found it.
Living with five guys really makes a girl feel good about her own habits.