Is it strange that this is a momento from our "elopement" to Las Vegas? It seems right, and perhaps prophetic, in the most romantic way. Civilization lies in ruin, just my Loverboy and me...and the cockroaches. I think it would look something like this:
Our "office" as it looks at the moment. Is it too late for another resolution? Anyone want to turn us in to Oprah's organizing gurus--as long as they bring the $ for the project. I envision a crafting/creating room with fabric swatch design boards and hundreds of organic recycled markers and pencils in tidy jars with colorful graphics. And space for his and hers and little hers superfancysmancy computers...Maybe Oprah would just give us a bigger house, too.
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