Somebody stop me from asking a coworker on FB "Are you getting kickbscks from the like-farmers?" Every day, she posts at least three guilt-inducing "do you care enough to type 'yes' and share." Months ago, I tagged her when I posted an article about like-farming.
She liked it.
Here's some house-porn that may or may not work for people:
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Gotta say, I find very little of that house actually restful...
I feel like I want to turn that house down by about 30%. As-is, it's a little exhausting.
Other than the kitchen and the bed in the master bedroom, it appeals to my taste. That kitchen is like a migraine given physical form, though.
Oh, I hope Emerald City is renewed.
{{msbelle}} This too shall pass. (Hey, it was my Mom's way of coping with us) I wish those days were not so familiar to me.
This whole thing where we humans have to learn every damn thing the hard way and are such assholes to the people who we feel safest with because we feel safe enough, it's a terrible system.
Also, what -t said!!
Too much of that house is just plain overwhelming. To where the oh nice moments are drowned out by the Yikes moments.
Yeah, there's some beautiful woodwork but the kitchen & the bathrooms are unbearable.
I would lose the geisha dishwasher and I'm not crazy about the marble (or marbled tile or whatever that is) but otherwise I love it.
Glad to hear, that msbelle.
Tried to get back to my evening yoga routine. Oh, boy, am I out of practice.
I was digging through my comics boxes, bemused at the amount of Batman, X-Men, and other mid-90s comics, when I pulled out a bag of separately packaged comics. It's the '70s era run of Star Wars. I thought I sold those to make rent nearly 30 years ago. Depending on what condition they're in, that's a few hundred dollars there. I'm not going to go through the pain of formal grading, that's more grief than I want to go through. Unfortunately, the other comics from my youth have been well-loved and read, and they're not the kind that can transcend loving and reading.