I spent a couple of hours last night rubbing mink oil into my boots and thinking about the difficulty I have communicating and connecting with people. Group gatherings are always a disappointment, because I always say rude things. I think it's because I am an insecure sociopath, if such a thing exists. This might be a character flaw. The boots turned out nice, though.
We have eaten almost 1 1/2 bushels of peaches since last week. Our consumption is definitely at an all-time high, which gives me immense pleasure. Nobody can glut like us!
The basement dormitory experiment is going well. The couches are gone, the TV is gone, the mess is gone. The boys ripped off all the disgusting faux-brick wallpaper, so the scariness has decreased somewhat. It's the best that room has ever looked. The boys can be together like they want, but with more space so they don't fight as much. And since they're not using their former bedroom anymore, we can use it for storage. One of these days we're going to be grownups.
4 comments:
despite your twitter I think your pie will be awesome--it sounds like you respect the fruit. chicken shit I can do without, but good luck!
BTW I have serious boot envy. I thought I was the Imelda Marcos of boots with my 5 pairs, but you have me beat
Dang Layne, that is quite the boot collection. Are those second to the left ones mustard colored? You must share your secret boot shops with me.
I assume that boot collection doesn't include your new purchases, does it?
I want to see those red boots.
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