i live in connecticut.
i live in connecticut.
i keep saying it to myself and it's not registering. we're a little overwhelmed at having moved from our cute house and large yard to a condo with no yard and neighbors that seem to cook empanadas 24/7. also, the last tenant apparently let their cat use one corner of the dining room as a litter box. i've researched cat urine removal remedies and the overriding response seems to be to set a controlled fire in that corner of the room and call it a day.
on a happier note, there's a kick ass playground where i found the severed arm to a plastic toy that has all the fingers clipped off except the middle one. it now lives on our fridge.
nate! adam! you'd love it here!
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