Nasty sink/house, accented with dog hair tumbleweeds on the floor.
A home office that looks like a robbery just occurred - I can't explain the teddy bear in the corner.
A closet that looks like the bottom of a clothes-drive bin in the Sears parking lot. And just as an FYI, the Raggedy Ann sheet was draped there so the air conditioner guy wouldn't see how messy I am.
In addition, I was born in 1972, which means I am almost 40. I absolutely hate my birthday, and dread the day every year. So, to celebrate early in a far-away, magical place is more than alright with me.
Until next time, keep crowin' and I can't wait to tell you all about it!!