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My house became our hour and recently, it has become her house. I have a small area where I work on my computer with a desk and a small tv, and a narrow area on the vanilty in the master bath. I also have a narrow path next to my side of the bed and a patch on the end bedside table for my alarm clock and reading lamp. Other than that, the rest of the house is overflowing with female stuff.
Why can't we have a table without a picture or a scented candle on it? Why does every wall have to be decorated with an art print in a frame? Why does the bathroom need new towels that I am not allowed to use, and old towels that I have to use? Why do I only get one shekf out of six in the medicine cabinet? Why do I only get one sixth of the master closet.? I could go on and on. It seems like her nest has to be built so that there is no room to walk without bumping into something or tripping over something. I even came home one day to a cat I didn't recognize.
I remember how it felt to be ten years old and feel the need to run away from home. It would be so cool to just throw a few days worth of stuff in my car and take off on a road trip.
So it goes.
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Posted by jimvint on 2009-11-07 10:06:04 | Rating: | Views: 5
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