You know you're living with a bunch of girls when . . .

. . . you watch the same chick flick every day for a week and by the end you've got your dad saying things like "Eric Matthews is the cute guy's roommate."

. . . you complain about being possessed by the demon George and everyone knows what you are talking about.

. . . music rehearsals take place during football games.

. . . you have 3 pairs of earrings in your room that aren't yours and you don't know where 2 of your shirts are.

. . . you want the boys to control the remotes because you don't know how to use them.

. . . you often make the boys go golfing so that you can spend your Saturdays watching Jane Austen movies and cross-stitching.

. . . all of your weddings were planned before you reached dating eligibility.

. . . someone is giggling.

. . . you are annoyed with someone because they are annoyed with you for no reason.

. . . you know that girls really do make *gasp* bodily noises.

. . . you know that girls really do have *gasp* big appetites.

. . . you can never watch a movie with the light off because someone always has to cross-stitch, crochet, or sew.

. . . the one boy of the family gets harassed constantly about his grooming habits.

. . . you can keep up with the talking rate of 15,000 words per minute.

. . . there are several hidden stashes of chocolate throughout the house in case of an emergency.

. . . you go dress shopping just so you can try dresses on—but under no circumstance will you actually buy any dresses.

. . . people randomly burst into song.

. . . your dad randomly bursts into song.

. . . your brother knows what his favorite chick flick is.

. . . you look forward to someone's birthday so that you can buy something that they can share with you.

If any of you have experienced (or suffered through) living with a bunch of girls, feel free to add to this list.