Our living room used to look like the rec room at an insane asylum. An ancient television set, a hodge podge of 2nd or 3rd-hand chairs, and a hodge podge of "residents".
Now it looks more like a bedroom at a frat house the morning after a beer bash.
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Party! Party! Party! I hear you're coming North. Looking forward to meeting you if we get a chance.
But are you going to want to meet me even if I don't have a dog with me? Because there's no way the whole gang would fit in my car, and the one dog who got to go with me wouldn't be fit to live with afterwards.
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