That’s what I want. A cabin in the woods with a rocking chair and crickets and scary woods noises. I want it to not be 100+ degrees, and I really want it to be autumn. I want to wear the green cashmere cardigan I picked up in Alexandria, Virginia last week and drink an entire pot of tea. I want, I want, I want.
If my dad was reading this (and if he is, hi dad!), he would tell me to want in one hand and piss in the other… and see which one fills up first.
So instead I’m going to try to write a bit today in my living room with the air conditioning battling the Texas heat outside. I have the day off, because we’re heading to the Catskills tomorrow to watch two friends get married. We were originally leaving today, but best laid plans and all that. So I’m left with a rare day off, before we get all cozy and snuggly with dear old friends in the mountains.
My dear friend Jake is traipsing around Europe because he’s young and beautiful, and that’s what you do when you’re young and beautiful. Maybe he’s also bold and restless. He’s the marriage of two classic soap operas that I never watched. Anyway, his blog makes me want to be a better blogger. So here I am. Trying. And I just noticed that we both have graffiti at the top of our blogs, because we’re cool like that.
Here’s a picture of Murphy’s attempted photoshoot as a Southern gentleman: