Hello dear everyone, I thought I'd better not let a whole month go by without posting. After all, when your blog grosses(?) over 8,000 hits in one week, it's hard to think that nothing you write will ever surpass that glory again.
Anyway, the other day, Brandon said that behind our brick facade that resembles a fireplace (with no fireplace), there were some pictures. He took off the top of the mantle and fashioned some sort of stick to retrieve them. So they were dirty, but the first one was an 11 x 14 gargantuan photo of some little girl staring down into a flower or something. I just had him toss it.
But the second, THE SECOND was priceless. Not only for the ugliness that it was, but for the history and backstory it (probably) provides. We will assume, for it seems perfectly timed, that this is is a photo of the one and only owner of THIS. Why do we have such an obsession with bringing THIS up? Because THIS, folks, is our favorite goodness about the house. Such mystery, such intrigue, such trash. I love it. Anyway, here he is, sitting exactly in the center of where our bed is NOW, getting his hair permed. I know that when Brandon gets his hair permed, he wears the same outfit. It's really the perfect ensemble for the task. Maybe the chest hair was next on the perming agenda. I guess we'll never know. And on my growing list of things I wish I never knew?
Anyway, here it is.
Oh, and by the way, THANKS honey, for getting me a scanner/printer/copier for our anniversary in November. It makes all this possible.