I challenge you to name ONE decorating scenario wherein this lamp might be considered aesthetically appealing. Maybe Rock Hudson's bachelor pad movie set from forty years ago?
Let me explain. My husband's company houses us in furnished apartments for our summer adventures and this little feng shui nightmare was on the living room end table when we got here. I have since demoted it to the master bedroom, where it spends its days wreaking havoc on my relationship with DJ. It's the pistols at dawn for this lamp.
This next one is for Maggie:
My toenails are fluorescent pink. I've always been self-conscious about my mutant toes, so displaying this picture on the World Wide Web for all to see represents a huge breakthrough for me. I think I'll reward myself with a tall glass of Fresca.
The ferris wheel at the Texas state fairgrounds. I like it.
Next, the view from our patio:
They're building a train track. I'm still reading Atlas Shrugged (of course) so I have a little life-imitates-art situation going on every day. For those of you who haven't read the book, there's a lot of railroad-building hoopla in it. At least in the first 580 pages there is. I cannot vouch for the last 500 pages. I'll get back to you on that (in ten years, when I finish it).
I finally learned how to French braid. I know, I know. You're thinking, how does someone manage to be a female for thirty whole years without learning this skill? My answer: Easily. I tried once or twice before, got charlie horses in my fingers and gave up. Kind of like my crochet experience. I decided enough was enough and after a few hours of practice I've gotten to the point where Olivia doesn't hide behind the couch when she sees me with the brush. Next up, learn to play the guitar.
Finally, two of my favorite people in the WHOLE world:
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