While, I am not completely satisfied
with my Blog Header or format,
I will be content.
For now, it is acceptable.
Yikes, there's that word again,
You may be right, Linda Conley.
I'm missing my pink from home.
No, this is NOT where I called home.
Don't I wish!
This house is one of the old homes from main street
in my home town.
Since my pink is stored away until we get a house,
I'm going to show you some photos via Pinterest.
This could be my play house.
I'd have to get a new chair since I sold mine when we moved.
I will have a pink door in my pink room this time.
A pink bench I'd prefer at the foot of my bed
or maybe in front of a window.
A pink chippy stool as a table beside the bed will be perfect.
Any old chippy pink chest will do
since I sold that too.
My phone was borrowed from a friend.
I gave it back when we moved.
I found one like this in a shop recently,
When we moved, each petal of my dried roses fell in crumbles.
It's time to move.
I filed a complaint yesterday.
It's not a matter of being content when you have
residents above you who are in a foot race every evening,
doing a flip to their home, yes, as in a re-do or a maybe a flipping gymnast,
upending the contents until the contents of mine rattle,
and sanding the wall? refinishing the floors? or who knows what???
All of which are forbidden.
It is clearly stated in our contract that we are not to
wash clothes, run the dishwasher, move furniture,
or create any noise pass 10:00 pm.
There you have it!