I just returned from a week in the French West Indies. Yes, I know you're jealous, but you still have to pay off that student loan so be patient and live vicariously for a minute. Once you turn sixty you can have a vacation too. The reviews on Trip Advisor were mixed. Many complained about how the place needed updating and so I was feeling a bit of apprehension about what my sister and I might be walking into. What we walked into was Paradise Lost. Man the French sure know ho
At the time, I though marrying a carpenter was a smart move. I figured we would have the perfect Martha Stewart home. It was the eighties after all. But shit man, was I wrong. Men and ok, I'm not going to say all men, I have some male friends most of them gay, who also attend the church of white paint, but some men especially carpenters, have a reverence for natural wood. In my opinion this is just plain wrong. Wood is meant to be painted. It’s a blank canvas of possibility.