Gussied up
…and everything a bit too modern and a bit too perfect and sterile to be festive or interesting at all.
…and everything a bit too modern and a bit too perfect and sterile to be festive or interesting at all.
…it’s really weird to listen to the music and realize that those extra-low notes blending into the music on this professionally produced CD are from my own voice.
…but ask me to choose a paint color, or put together an outfit, and I become a dithering idiot.
Except sometimes it’s the ’someone telling you want to do’ factor that makes sure things actually get done.
I’m not sure whether to be excited, or apologetic about it. We’ll see.
…and currently fulfilling the typical cliche of home exercise equipment, in that it is covered in laundry needing to be folded
Could it really be? Is this just one more thing to add to the list of why I am so happy to live where I am now living? Could we really be this lucky?