“We’ll just turn this into a laundry room!” I’d said when we closed on our house, gazing around the narrow paneled room that smelled like cat litter and which the previous owners had used as an office. An office. Read the rest of this gem…
Well.
Now that we’re 34 and 32 respectively, I suppose Justin and I are officially “in our thirties,” which is weird because nothing has really changed since our twenties except that our hair is falling out (yes, mine too — if you know how to make this stop, please fill me in) and now we have a roommate. Read the rest of this gem…