Then it was winter…
And I came home from my various travels. And there was a fire, and some clean pajamas, and a bottle of red wine, and maybe a marsh-a-mallow. And I didn’t leave my neighborhood for a long long time.
THE END.
(but the house was still a huge disaster. And maybe… just maybe… dinner came from a box, with the word “escalloped” on it.)
November 19th, 2011 at 9:45 pm
You’re making me feel so much better here. I always worry that the house is a mess when I trade housework for writing. And when I’m editing… dinner may come from a can. Although, I am jealous of your fireplace.
November 20th, 2011 at 3:41 pm
Cute pj’s!
November 22nd, 2011 at 8:29 am
Ah, that picture makes me feel cozy. I wish I was cuddled in front of the fire right now.
November 29th, 2011 at 6:47 pm
ug. i love ur books but i need to find out more about you becuz of my school pro.