…not in this place (Australia), but in this photo.
I saw this photo on Desire to Inspire, which I found through some other site through some other site which had something or other to do with couches. “Oh, you’re being all neurotic about it,” said my friend matter-of-factly last night when I explained how I go from store to store and back again, sitting and resitting, but not getting anywhere. I’m bottoming out, people. I’m more confused than when I began. Do I want a couch or a womb? I began tearing up on a Bayside Swivel Glider ($999) at Crate & Barrel tonight. And by tearing up I mean crying. I realize I’ve never been less attractive to you than right now. That’s why I’m moving to Australia.
Just curious Alison, but have you considered custom made furniture? You could hire a carpenter, and as him to make you a womb/couch with a minimal amount of stress. I may cost you a pretty penny (aren’t all pennies kinda pretty?), but maybe well worth the costs.
Toddrod (who has a carpenter dad)
Quote of the aesthetic photo shoot:
“For all you doubters, IF you watch this weeks SNL, I promise you MY FRIENDS, Sarah Palin will not say LIVE FROM NEW YORK, ITS MAD TV….”
—-John McCAiN Impersonator (ACTUAL QUOTE FROM THE Charity Dinner)
beautiful place………….
I really like that picture, but look at all the steps going up to the house! That could be a problem once you turn 85 and have had a few hip replacements. But what the hell – you’re still a few years away from that, Miss R.
Are you really getting misty over couches? That’s understandable. It’s a big decision. I feel the same way about toaster ovens. Seriously – I bought a new one several months ago and I hate it. I want my old one back.
I wanted to mention that I temporarily changed my Activity Pit photo yesterday to Bela Lugosi as Dracula in honor of Halloween. However, I want to make it clear that this in no way means that I:
– live in Transylvania
– am undead
– enjoy drinking blood
– am suspectible to garlic or sunlight
– can be killed by a wooden stake through the heart (although it would probably hurt a lot)
– am a fan of Vlad the Impaler
– can transform myself into a bat
– don’t cast a shadow
– can’t be seen in a mirror
Well, to be perfectly honest – two of the above statements are true, but I’m not revealing which ones. So maybe there really is a little of the vampire in me after all.