My (snow) man
I need to start my story by explaining two things:
First, I used to live in a two bedroom, one bathroom condo. Kate and Claire came to spend the night one night (it was a blast by the way!) Secondly, I won an abominable snowman playing dirty Santa one Christmas. It sings and dances and the kid's love it. Ok, Henry doesn't exactly love it...he really just cries when he sees it, but the girls love it.
So here is my conversation with Kate:
Kate: Why do you live in half a house?
Me: Because I don't need a lot of space.
Me: Because I'm not married and I don't have any kids. I'm all alone.
Kate: No you aren't. You have the abominable snowman!
So, whenever I get sad about being single, I just remember that I get to go home to my snowman!