Who knew that a perfectly red couch placed under a ceiling fan, jazz drifting around the room, the peaceful clickety-clack of typing, seven white corn tortilla chips, and a surprise pepsi could bring me back to life? There has got to be some sort of awesomely awesome neighbor award. A giant trophy and a big bag of money still wouldn't be enough. I don't deserve such next-door goodness.
Saturday, August 11, 2007
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment