Without question, my diggs ain't the Taj Mahajhal. We are, if not dumpster divers, then my man and I must fall into the the decidedly less romantic classification referred to -- usually in middle school and with some degree of pointing and laughing -- as "trash diggers." My couches -- one found curbed, one inherited from when my i mean A coke
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My wife slit once hosted a largish party, and handed out a semi-jesting "user manual" for the house, detailing important items you needed to know to avoid causing a fire, floor or electrical shock.
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