wyatt

With credit to Jeff Foxworthy, I present the first installment of "...you might be a bachelor."

I have been guilty of all of these at one time or another. I welcome your confessions to add to the definitive list.

If you spend over an hour making fresh pesto with sundried tomatoes and grilled chicken over tricolor rotini pasta, then eat it out of the pot standing in the kitchen, you might be a bachelor.

If you think "Recycling" means reusing a pair of socks to put off laundry for one more day, you might be a bachelor.

If you think $50 is too much to spend on a couch, you might be a bachelor.

If you don't bother hiding the porn, you might be a bachelor.

If you have more than six recipes for making ramen into a meal for less than 75 cents, you might be a bachelor.

If you've had a motorcycle taillight sitting on your dining room table for over a month, you might be a bachelor.

If you separate your laundry into "Jeans," "Khakis," "Black Clothes" and "Underwear," you might be a bachelor.

if you refrigerate the fork along with the leftovers to save on dishwashing, you might be a bachelor.

If your music library is alphabetized but your shirts aren't ironed, you might be a bachelor.

If you have motor vehicle parts hanging on your wall as art, you might be a bachelor. (bonus points if they are crash souvenirs)

If you think that matching silverware is an unnecessarily expensive luxury, but a custom fender/taillight combo is a necessity, you might be a bachelor.

If lawn chairs are your living room furniture, you might be a bachelor.

If your laundry goes from the "clean" pile to the "dirty" pile without ever seeing a hanger or a hamper, you might be a bachelor.