This is a tale of two women who quickly became old ladies. You don't even have to ask them about it. All you have to do is go look at their apartment after a evening home.
There are books piled high beside the comfortable reading chairs and a crumpled cozy blanket lying beside it. Textbooks are shoved off to the side. Teacups scattered through the apartment and a lone teapot which is long empty and cold. A plate sits on the counter with a few scattered crumbs and smears of marmalade. The desk housing the computer has a stack of paid taxes and bills. Soft jazz still comes from--somewhere.
This is my boring little life. And I couldn't love it more.
I do so love our boring little life!
hey...with taxes done, an unlimited supply of great reading, and jazz music playing...i think i could be content with boredom!
Yes, but you see Joy's taxes are done, not mine. I have to collect the various W-2's from all the jobs I worked this past year. I know for a FACT one of them will not come until the very last minute. (How do I know this?! Because I used to do them FOR them.)
Ain't nothing wrong with a little boredom..
I'm guessin' one o' them books might be the Bible, so's good reading!
Actually, my taxes are NOT done. Last night was just the warm-up. Now the real fun begins...
I didn't see your site around for awhile. Good to see you are still out here mixing it up.
~Cheers!