Wednesday, February 8, 2012

I live here with a boy.

I live with a boy. It isn't weird. Nope, not weird at all. He scratches my back and tells me he likes my cooking. I would really like to remember our first apartment/home, and this is the best way I know how. FYI, this is our apartment on a Saturday afternoon. After I pick everything up, scrub the sink and the tub, vacuum and sweep. So Monday, Tuesday, basically every day but Saturday, it doesn't look like this. It would be nice if it did:)