Cowboy informed me yesterday: *not* every room in the house can be green.
I don't want EVERYTHING green. Now that's just crazy. We picked out cherry-stained cabinets and a sand/black counter top to coordinate with the gray ceramic tile. See? No green. All I ask is the walls...
I don't see the problem, I said.
It can't be green everywhere, he said. You want to walk into every room and see green??
Suddenly I'm having second thoughts about this marriage.
If it's this or the antlers, I truly don't know what I'll chose.
I blame my father.
It’s us, but in dead animal form. But not really dead because they weren’t ever alive. Undead? No. That makes them sound like vampires. So not that. Fuck. I don’t know the word. Hey, how long can a title be? Because this seems excessive. Someone should stop me. Jesus. This is as bad as 280-character twitter. - Victor is finally home from Japan and I didn’t set the house on fire or eat any of our pets while he was gone. Yay for the small things! He always comes b...
2 days ago