Went “shopping” this weekend at Goodwill and the antiques center. Found some terrific linens at the GW. Having serious napkin, handbag, and skirt fantasies.
In fact, having total new office fantasies. Ryan and I will be packing next month and moving part and parcel out to The Farm–his family’s 10 acre alfalfa farm East of I-25. There we will enjoy a vegetable patch bigger than our current apartment and separate offices (and “offices” if you know what I mean) at opposite ends of the house. Ryan can work all day and listen to his underfed depressed white man music as loud as he wants, and I can listen to my overstuffed shallow pop music as loud as I like.
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I love both of those kinds of music…you guys need to just make a compromise and jam to the Wu Tang Clan.
Wu Tang Clan ain’t nothin to fuck wit
As usual, well said, Patricio.