Except for the McCormick pepper grinder on my dining room table- a small tacky monolith- this place looks awesome. AWESOME! Yes, I’ll grant you, the entire Sunday paper is sitting on the far end of the quilt-covered futon, but as I mentioned to Keith, I didn’t want us to go into culture shock due to absolutely no clutter. And it’s a neat, compact stack, b/c this week, I didn’t even read it. I dipped in there Monday night just to pull the TV Topics. The rest of that newspaper remains undisturbed. It may as well still be wrapped up in the translucent orange baggie the Sunday Buffalo News so favors.
I read the paper online, so I’m not even sure why I subscribed to the Sunday paper. I suppose for guests. And the ads and the tv topics. Nice to have a hard copy…
Listening to Peter, Paul, and Mary. Yeah… really. That, and Baillie gnawing on a small, green, plush turtle with a squeaker inside. And on a side note, why do you suppose MS Word flagged me for bad grammar the past three fragments?
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