Ahoy, mates!
I was planning to post something this morning, but I put it off too long, and now my blogging mojo is all gone. I also mostly forgot what I wanted to say; I think it was something about how gangsta rap really helps to make cleaning the house a lot funner, because it causes you (me) to feel generally better about life, and you can dance around a lot. Granted that no one is home and all the shutters are closed tightly in the event of dirty old man neighbors with binoculars.
Anyway, I think I also wanted to tell you that yesterday Matthew and I went to the Pottery Barn outlet and scored a TON of awesome stuff for crazy cheap by Pottery Barn standards, and I am currently sitting in my brand new office. It is amazing, and I have high hopes that my writing will improve dramatically now that I’m out of the dark little hallway where my old desk was.
I WOULD show you a picture, but my beloved baby camera is BROKEN. I think I just wore it out too much in South America. Needless to say, I am considerably distressed about this. Thank goodness I have tons more pictures from the trip to post until the camera is fixed!
Like this one, of a parrot eating a french fry. It’ll have to hold you over for now. Bye!
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