I now have two skeletons in my closet.

Well, most of two, anyway, and only one actually fits in the closet. I’ll have to do some rearranging before his buddy can join. While munching cookies and contemplating the storage situation, I found myself wondering what it says about your life & livelihood when you have to pack away dress clothes to accommodate your bone collection. The answer? Your life is badass!

On the possible downside, it will be dominated by Latin and bone jokes for the next four months. This is all in good fun, but does limit one’s social interactions to ~190 new best friends in the linguistic lazar house. Still, as the bonekeeper, I get to host tea parties with cookies and skeletal rearrangement! Any excuse for cookies is a good excuse.

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